“They have no doubt that it was murder,” he replied. “They accept the doctor’s theory, and, moreover, as you already know, the Italian Embassy in London are pressing the matter.”
“They suspect at the Embassy—eh?”
“Without doubt. It can scarcely come as a surprise that they are endeavouring to get at the truth. One thing, however, is in our favour; and that is, she cannot tell what she knew. If she were still alive, I’m confident the whole affair would have been exposed before this.”
“And you would have been under arrest.”
He raised his shoulders to his ears, exhibited his palms, grinned, but did not reply.
“How have you ascertained this about the police?” her ladyship continued.
“Arnoldo is acquainted with the King’s Messenger who carries dispatches between the Foreign Office and the British Ambassador in Italy. The messenger knows everything, but refuses to say much.”
“Knows everything!” she cried in alarm. “What do you mean? Has our secret really been divulged?”
“No,” answered he. “He is not aware of the true facts, but he knows how far the knowledge of Scotland Yard extends.”
“What’s his name?”