He was evidently reluctant to give up the remotest chance, and yet reluctant to inconvenience the duke further.
"It is just possible," he said, "that the a.s.sa.s.sin may have taken refuge in here before the d.u.c.h.ess came back to her apartment. My duties are grave, d.u.c.h.ess. Have I your permission?"
Fay bowed.
The duke, still urbane, but evidently finding the situation unduly prolonged, led the way into Fay"s bedroom.
This story would never have been written if Lord John had not remained standing in the doorway.
Did Michael know he was there? He had not so far spoken, or given any sign of his presence.
"Won"t you go into my room, Lord John, and help in the capture," she said distinctly; and as she spoke she was aware that she was only just in time.
But Lord John would not go in, thanks. Lord John preferred to advance heavily in her direction, and to sit down by her on the couch, telling her not to look so terrified, that he would take care of her.
She stared wildly at him, livid and helpless.
A door was softly opened, and was instantly followed by the furious barking of a dog.
"Go and help them," said Fay to Lord John.
But Lord John did not move. Like all bores he was conscious of his own attractive personality. He only settled his eyegla.s.s more firmly in his pale eye.
"You never spoke to me all evening," he said, with jocular emphasis.
"What have I done to deserve such severity?"
In another moment the duke and the official returned, followed by Sancho, a large Bridlington terrier, still bristling and snarling at the official.
Fay called the dog to her, and held it forcibly, pretending to caress it.
"No one has gone by that way," said the _delegato_ to the duke. "The dog proves that."
"Sancho proves it," said the duke gravely.
As he spoke he paused as if suddenly arrested. His eyes were fixed on a small Florentine mirror which hung over Fay"s writing-table in the angle of the wall. The duke"s face changed, as a man"s face might change, who, conscious of no enemy, feels himself stabbed from behind in the dark.
Then he came forward, and said with a firm voice:
"We will now go once more into the gardens. Lord John, you will accompany us."
Lord John got heavily to his feet.
"Take Sancho with you," said Fay, holding the dog with difficulty, who was obviously excited and suspicious, its mobile nostrils working, its eyes glued to the screen.
The duke opened the gla.s.s door, and Sancho, his attention turned, rushed out into the night, barking furiously.
"You need have no further fear," said the duke to Fay, looking into her eyes. "The a.s.sa.s.sin has certainly escaped."
"No doubt," said Fay.
"Unless he is hiding behind the screen all the time," said Lord John, with his customary facetiousness. "It is about the only place in the room he could hide in, except of course the wastepaper basket."
The _delegato_, who was not apparently a man who quickly seized the humorous side of a remark, at once stepped back from the window, and glanced at the wastepaper basket.
"I may as well look behind the screen," he said, and went towards it.
But before he could reach it the screen moved, and Michael came out from behind it.
The four people in the room gazed at him spell-bound, speechless; Lord John reeled against the wall. The duke alone retained his self-possession.
Michael advanced into the middle of the room, and for a moment his eyes met Fay"s. Who shall say what he read in their terror-stricken depths?
Then he turned to the duke and said:
"I ask pardon of you, duke, and of the d.u.c.h.ess, my cousin, for the inconvenience I have caused you. I confess to the murder of the Marchese di Maltagliala, and sought refuge in the garden. When the garden was surrounded I sought refuge here. I did not tell the d.u.c.h.ess what I had done, but I implored her to let me take shelter here, and to promise not to give me up. She ought at once to have given me up. She yielded to the dictates of humanity and suffered me to hide in this room. d.u.c.h.ess, I thank you for your n.o.ble, your self-sacrificing but unavailing desire to shield a guilty man."
Michael went up to her, took her cold hand and kissed it. Then he turned again to the duke.
"I offer you my apologies for this intrusion," he said, and the two men bowed to each other.
"And now, signor," he said in Italian to the amazed official, "I am at your service."
CHAPTER V
Qui sait tout souffrir peut tout oser.--VAUVENARGUES.
Michael was imprisoned for the night in a cell attached to the Court of Mandamento, and the next day was sent to Rome to await his trial at the _a.s.sise_.
Early on the second day after he reached Rome the duke came to him. The two men looked fixedly at each other. They exchanged no form of greeting.
The duke made a little sign with his hand, and the warder withdrew outside the cell door, which he left ajar.
Then the duke sat down by Michael.
"I should have come yesterday," he said in English, "but it took time to gain permission, and also"--he nodded towards the door--"to arrange."
"For G.o.d"s sake give me details," said Michael.
The duke gave them in a low voice. He described in a careful sequence the exact position of the dead body, the wound, caused by stabbing in the back, the strong inference that the murdered man had been attacked in the road, and then dragged just inside the Colle Alto garden door.
"I don"t see any reason why he should have gone outside the garden,"
said Michael.
"Neither do I. But the garden door was unlocked. It had been locked as usual, my gardener swears, and the key left in the lock on the inside.
Who then opened it, if for some reason the marchese did not open it himself?"