“But why are you so desirous of seeing it?” I demanded.
“In order to verify a suspicion,” was his response.
“Suspicion of what?”
“A suspicion which I entertain, and of which, if true, you should be warned.”
I was surprised at his words. Had not the actual seller of it warned me by strange hints?
But an instant later, on reflection, I saw the cunning of the two men, who, acting in collusion, wished to repossess themselves of the book, and I resolved to combat it.
“I have no use for any warning,” I laughed. “I suppose you’ll tell me some fairy story or evil pursuing the man in whose possession the volume remains—eh?”
The hunchback raised his shoulders and exhibited his grimy palms, saying:
“I have come to the signore as a friend. I regret if he should seek to treat me as an enemy.”
“Now, look here,” I exclaimed, rather warmly, “I’ve no time to waste over useless humbug like this! I’ve bought the book at the price asked, and neither you nor the prior will get it back again. Understand that! And further,” I added, “I shall not require anything more that you may have to sell. I’ve finished buying antiques in Leghorn. You can tell all the touts in the piazza that my purse is closed.”