"Are ye verily sure?" said they. "He had been in the river. Why, in the saints" names, fled he at our approach?"
Then said Vanucci, "Friends, methinks this has nought to do with him we seek. What shall we do, Andrea?"
Here the lacquey put in his word. "Let us track him to the water"s side, to make sure. See, he hath come dripping all the way."
This advice was approved, and with very little difficulty they tracked the man"s course.
But soon they encountered a new enigma.
They had gone scarcely fifty yards ere the drops turned away from the river, and took them to the gate of a large gloomy building. It was a monastery.
They stood irresolute before it, and gazed at the dark pile. It seemed to them to hide some horrible mystery.
But presently Andrea gave a shout. "Here be the drops again," cried he.
"And this road leadeth to the river."
They resumed the chase; and soon it became clear the drops were now leading them home. The track became wetter and wetter, and took them to the Tiber"s edge. And there on the bank a bucketful appeared to have been discharged from the stream.
At first they shouted, and thought they had made a discovery; but reflection showed them it amounted to nothing. Certainly a man had been in the water, and had got out of it in safety: but that man was not Gerard. One said he knew a fisherman hard by that had nets and drags.
They found the fisher and paid him liberally to sink nets in the river below the place, and to drag it above and below; and promised him gold should he find the body. Then they ran vainly up and down the river, which flowed so calm and voiceless, holding this and a thousand more strange secrets. Suddenly Andrea, with a cry of hope, ran back to the house.
He returned in less than half an hour.
"No," he groaned, and wrung his hands.
"What is the hour?" asked the lacquey.
"Four hours past midnight."
"My pretty lad," said the lacquey, solemnly, "say a ma.s.s for thy friend"s soul: for he is not among living men."
The morning broke. Worn out with fatigue, Andrea and Pietro went home, heart sick.
The days rolled on, mute as the Tiber as to Gerard"s fate.
CHAPTER LXIX
IT would indeed have been strange if with such barren data as they possessed, those men could have read the handwriting on the river"s bank.
For there on that spot an event had just occurred, which, take it altogether, was perhaps without a parallel in the history of mankind, and may remain so to the end of time.
But it shall be told in a very few words, partly by me, partly by an actor in the scene.
Gerard, then, after writing his brief adieu to Pietro and Andrea, had stolen down to the river at nightfall.
He had taken his measures with a dogged resolution not uncommon in those who are bent on self-destruction. He filled his pockets with all the silver and copper he possessed, that he might sink the surer; and, so provided, hurried to a part of the stream that he had seen was little frequented.
There are some, especially women, who look about to make sure there is somebody at hand.
But this resolute wretch looked about him to make sure there was n.o.body.
And, to his annoyance, he observed a single figure leaning against the corner of an alley. So he affected to stroll carelessly away; but returned to the spot.
Lo! the same figure emerged from a side street and loitered about.
"Can he be watching me? Can he know what I am here for?" thought Gerard.
"Impossible."
He went briskly off, walked along a street or two, made a detour, and came back.
The man had vanished. But, lo! on Gerard looking all round, to make sure, there he was a few yards behind, apparently fastening his shoe.
Gerard saw he was watched, and at this moment observed in the moonlight a steel gauntlet in his sentinel"s hand.
Then he knew it was an a.s.sa.s.sin.
Strange to say, it never occurred to him that his was the life aimed at.
To be sure he was not aware he had an enemy in the world.
He turned and walked up to the bravo. "My good friend," said he, eagerly, "sell me thine arm! a single stroke! See, here is all I have:"
and he forced his money into the bravo"s hands. "Oh, prithee! prithee!
do one good deed, and rid me of my hateful life!" and even while speaking he undid his doublet, and bared his bosom.
The man stared in his face.
"Why do ye hesitate?" shrieked Gerard. "Have ye no bowels? Is it so much pains to lift your arm and fall it? Is it because I am poor, and can"t give ye gold? Useless wretch, canst only strike a man behind; not look one in the face. There, then, do but turn thy head and hold thy tongue!"
And with a snarl of contempt he ran from him, and flung himself into the water.
"Margaret!"
At the heavy plunge of his body in the stream the bravo seemed to recover from a stupor. He ran to the bank, and with a strange cry the a.s.sa.s.sin plunged in after the self-destroyer.
What followed will be related by the a.s.sa.s.sin.
CHAPTER LXX
A WOMAN has her own troubles, as a man has his.