in silence, told against him too. He took his hands from his head, and felt for something under his tunic. Every one guessed what that movement meant—guessed that there was a weapon at his side. Glances were interchanged; and Bernardo Rucellai said, in a quiet tone, touching Baldassarre's shoulder:—
"My friend, this is an important business of yours. You shall have all justice. Follow me into a private room."
Baldassarre was still in that half-stunned state in which he was susceptible to any prompting, in the same way as an insect, that forms no conception of what the prompting leads to. He rose from his seat, and followed Rucellai out of the room.
In two or three minutes Rucellai came back again, and said,—
"He is safe under lock and key. Piero Pitti, you are one of the Magnificent Eight, what do you think of our sending Matteo to the palace for a couple of sbirri, who may escort him to the Stinche?[1] If there is any danger in him, as I think there is, he will be safe there; and we can inquire about him to-morrow."
Pitti assented, and the order was given.
"He is certainly an ill-looking fellow," said Tornabuoni. "And you say he has attempted your life already, Melema?"
- ↑ The largest prison in Florence.
