“Just as it will not only to yourself but to a certain other.”
“Who?”
“A person whom you know well—an intimate friend of yours.”
“I don’t follow you.”
“It is a woman. Think of your female friends.”
“What is her name?”
“La Gioia.”
“La Gioia?” he gasped glaring at me.
His face was livid and his surprise apparent. I saw that he had never dreamt that I knew of her existence.
“You see, I may be a confounded fool, as you have declared,” I said. “But I have not been idle during these past months. La Gioia’s revenge is mine also.”