CHAPTER THE TWELFTH
“RED, GREEN AND GOLD!”
“I know you!” she cried, staring at me as though transformed by terror. “They told me you would come! You are my enemy—you are here to kill me!”
“To kill you, Miss Tennison!” I gasped. “No, I am certainly not your enemy. I am your friend!”
She looked very hard at me, and I noticed that her lips twitched slightly.
“You—you are Mr. Garfield—Hugh Garfield?” she asked, her hands quivering nervously.
“Yes. That is my name,” I replied. “How do you know it?”
“They—they told me. They told me in Florence. The doctor pointed you out. He told me that you were my worst enemy—that you intend to kill me!”
“Doctor Moroni told you that?” I inquired kindly.
“Yes. One day you were in the Via Tornabuoni and he made me take note of you. It was then that he told me you were a man of evil intentions, and warned me to be wary of you.”