'You heard what that damned Englishman said, Anne? That Rocco may have been arrested on suspicion because of the means he displayed. Do you know whence he derived them?'
'How should I?'
He got up from the couch, where he had been sitting beside her, and paced the little room. 'It is cursedly odd. It must be that what is said is true. He was being paid by the French Government. They'll most likely rack him to make him speak.' He shivered. 'The inquisitors stop at nothing.' He stood still and looked at her. 'Suppose now that I . . .'
He did not dare, nor was it necessary to continue; nor for that matter did she give him time.
'You are starting at shadows, Leonardo.'
'A shadow seems to me to have been all that there was against Rocco; the same sort of shadow they may discover that I am casting. Like Rocco's my resources are beggarly; yet like Rocco I live well and lack for nothing. Suppose they put me on the rack to discover the source of my means. Suppose that I break down, and confess that you . . . that you . . .'
'That I have been lending you money. What then? I am not the French Government. They may despise you for living on a woman. But they can't hang you for it.'
The phrase made him uncomfortable. He flushed and looked at her in annoyance. 'You know that the money is only borrowed. I am not living on you, Anne. I shall pay you back every penny.'
'When you make your rich marriage, I suppose.'
'Do you sneer? You are not jealous, Anne? You are never jealous?'
'Why not? You are jealous enough of me. But perhaps you have the exclusive right to jealousy. You certainly behave as if you had, and as if you suppose that others have no feelings.'
'Oh, Anne!' He set a knee on the couch beside her, and put an arm about her shoulders. 'How can you say this to me? You know that I make this marriage because I must. That all my future hangs upon it.'
'Oh, yes, I know. I know.' She spoke a trifle wearily.
He stooped to kiss her cheek. She suffered it without excitement. And he discovered that he was straying from the point.
'You are not the French Government, you have said. But a good deal of the money has been in drafts on Vivanti's drawn by Lallemant.'
'What then?' She was sharply impatient. 'How many times have I told you that Lallemant is my cousin and has charge of my affairs. When I want money, it is thus he gives it to me.'
'I know, my love. But if this were discovered? You see this misfortune of Rocco's has made me cursed nervous.'
'How could it be discovered? You are being foolish. What does the money matter? Do you suppose I care whether you pay me back or not?'
He slid down onto the couch, and took her in his arms. 'How I love you for your sweet trust.'
But the lady was not thrilled. 'Nevertheless you will marry Madame Isotta.'
'Why will you rally me, my angel? You have said that you will not marry ever again.'
'Certainly not you, Leonardo.'
He frowned annoyance. 'Why not?' he demanded.
Impatiently she thrust him away from her. 'God in Heaven! Was there ever such a vain fribble of a man? You are to love where you please and marry where you please, and those upon whom you place the sacred seal of your kiss are to hold themselves in perpetual fidelity to you! Faith, you are modest in your claims. What woman could deny you? It annoys you that I should not be ready to marry you, given the chance, whilst you would take no chance of marrying me.' She stood up, a slight wisp of lovely, dainty anger. 'Do you know, Leonardo, there are moments when you make me sick. And this is one of them.'
He was in an alarm of penitence. He protested that he was just a poor devil at the mercy of a cruel fate, with a great name to maintain and perpetuate, and able to do it only by a marriage of convenience. Knowing how he loved her, as she must know from the proofs he had given, it was cruel of her to cast his misfortunes in his teeth. He was on the point of tears before she consented to make her peace with him. In the sweetness of that reconciliation he forgot the fate of Rocco Terzi and his own fears, persuaded himself that he had been starting at shadows, as she had declared.
But there were others who had not at hand such delectable means to stifle alarm at the fate of Rocco Terzi. And Lallemant was of these.
Profoundly disturbed and exercised by the event, he welcomed the arrival of Marc-Antoine.
'I have just left the Vicomtesse,' the supposed representative announced. 'I found her distressed by news of the arrest of a friend of hers, one Rocco Terzi.' And then he dropped his voice. 'Was not that the name of the man who was charting the canals?'
'It was,' said Lallemant, with a queer dryness.
He sat at his writing-table in a crouching attitude, watching Marc-Antoine with eyes that were like gimlets in his pallid face. The tone and the look were warning enough for Marc-Antoine. He knew himself in danger.
Meditatively he stroked his chin, his face a mask of glumness.
'This is very serious,' he said.
Again the Frenchman was incisively laconic. 'It is, Lebel.'
Swiftly Marc-Antoine stepped close up to the table. He lowered his voice until it was little more than a whisper, but a whisper sibilant with fury.
'You fool! Have I not warned you against using that name?' His eyes played briskly round to the door, and back to Lallemant's big face. 'With a spy in your household, you talk without the least circumspection. God of God! Do you think I want to end like your Rocco Terzi? How do you know that Casotto is not outside that door at this moment?'
'Because he is not in the house,' said Lallemant.
Marc-Antoine gave visible signs of relief.
'Was he in the house the other day, when you told me about Terzi?'
'Not to my knowledge.'
'Oh! So you don't even know when he comes and goes?' Marc-Antoine was carrying the war into the enemy's territory. 'Anyway, whether he is here or not, I should prefer to talk to you in that inner room. I don't know why you should lately have grown careless.'
'I am not careless, my friend. I know what I do. But have it your own way.' He heaved himself up, and they passed into the farther chamber.
This gave Marc-Antoine time to think. And the need to think had rarely been more imperative. He stood, he realized, on the very edge of discovery. And he most certainly would be hurled over that edge unless he could completely stifle Lallemant's well-founded suspicions. To accomplish it some ultra-Jacobin gesture was necessary at whatever cost.
Before they had come to rest in that inner room the memory of Barras' last letter came to suggest a course. Odious and repellent though it was, yet he must take it if he was to restore and consolidate his shaken credit.
'Do you know,' Lallemant attacked him, 'that I find it more than odd that when a secret matter passes between us here, it should be followed by almost immediate publication. There was that business of Sir Richard Worthington. You explained it. But the explanation seems to me less plausible today than at the time.'
'Why so?' Marc-Antoine was dry and haughty, very much the citizen-representative of their first interview.
'Because of this affair of Rocco Terzi. Until I told you four days ago, not a soul in Venice knew of it but Terzi and myself. And then that very night Rocco is arrested, his papers seized, and by now, if I know their methods at all, he will have been strangled.'
Accusation could hardly have been plainer.
Marc-Antoine stood before him, stiff and cool.
'Not a soul but Terzi and yourself, eh? And the Vicomtesse whom you employed to corrupt Terzi? Does she count for nothing?'
'That is brave! That is clever! You accuse her, do you?'
'I do not. I merely indicate to you the general looseness of your statements.'
'My statements are not loose. The Vicomtesse did not know the purpose for which I employed Terzi. She did not know, do you hear? Do you think I tell all my business to my spies? She did not know.'
'You never doubt, do you? No, you are just the man to make sure of things. How do you know that Terzi did not tell her?'
'That is unthinkable.'
'Why? Because you don't choose to think it. There's stout reasoning, on my soul. And how do you know that one or another of the men working for Terzi did not blab? I must suppose they knew what they were doing?'
Lallemant showed exasperation. 'They were being well paid. Would any of them cut off a supply of money easily earned?'
'One of them may have taken fright. It would not be surprising.'
'Is there anyone else upon whom you can cast suspicion?'
'Upon whom do you prefer to cast it, Lallemant?' Marc-Antoine's voice had grown hard as steel.
Lallemant gulped. His eyes were furious. But he hesitated.
'Well?' quoth Marc-Antoine. 'I am waiting.'
The other took a turn in the room, his double chin in his hand. The aspect of the representative was a little terrifying. Lallemant swayed helplessly between doubts.
'Will you frankly answer me a question?' he asked at last.
'I should welcome a direct one.'
'Will you tell me why you went to the Ducal Palace on Monday evening, with Count Pizzamano, and whom you went to see there?'
'Do you set spies upon me, Lallemant?'
'Answer my question. Then I will answer yours. What were you doing at the Ducal Palace a few hours before Terzi's arrest?'
'I went to see the inquisitors of state.'
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