"But you know, Jack, you said that you thought he had some special design on me and that he didn't want you. So he may have you quietly put out of the way if you go alone."
"He is bad enough for anything," was the answer, "but he knows that to put me out of the way would so disturb you as to baffle his designs upon you. Your attention would be entirely diverted from the matters in which you are now taking so deep an interest, and by means of which he hopes to secure you. He would have to put you out of the way too, and he doesn't want to do that. So he is going, as I have said, to throw me into the bargain."
"What course do you suggest then, when we are next left to ourselves?"
"You try to get an interview with—what's his name?—your old Welsh friend?"
"James Redpath."
"Just so, and I will try to pick up some information about the navigation of the cars."
At the appointed hour, which was rather early in the afternoon, we went together to the square, and we had hardly reached it when Signor Davelli arrived there too. His appearance was decidedly changed: his robe was ampler and longer, and this as well as his hat and
