"
"I flatter myself I would resist the tricks of any siren who was merely
anxious to delude me. But this is beside the question. These English
suspect you of planning the outrage. Frankly, I cannot see my way to
meet the inquiry which must be made, sooner or later. Perhaps the old
man, Fenshawe, may consent to tone down his messages to-morrow. If he
refuses, and sails to Aden, the very cables will fuse under the storm
of remonstrance from Rome. I may be recalled. That pig, Festiano, will
be appointed in my place. The more I consider your imbecility the less
am I inclined to put faith in anything you have said. How do I know
that your Greek was not an addle-headed ass like yourself? _Corpo di
Dio!_ His treasure of Saba may be a piece of moon-madness akin to this
tragi-comic plot of yours."
"I would have bent her to my will. I could make her go to this Austrian
dog and tell him begone. I could force her to confess to the Englishman
that she had deceived him."
"_Saetta!_ I am out of temper with you," growled the Governor, lighting
a cigarette and smoking furiously.
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