The stout Governor did not like to be bawled at. He was sufficiently
embarrassed already by the quagmire into which Alfieri had plunged him.
"You ought to be careful in your choice of words," he said pompously.
"There is no question of 'dare' or 'dare not' where I am concerned.
Signora, do me the favor of sitting here while I discuss matters
briefly with Signor Alfieri. Signor, be good enough to precede me."
He pointed to the door. With a queer catching at her breath, Mrs.
Haxton sank into a chair. Alfieri folded his arms and gazed at the
Governor with eyes that blazed under his heavy brows.
"You are the representative of Italy," he said, making a great effort
to speak quietly. "I call on you to lodge that woman in a cell so that
she may be tried with her accomplice."
"If you do not go instantly, and in silence, into the corridor, I shall
call on my guards to take you there by force," exclaimed Marchetti with
a more successful assumption of ease.
Alfieri turned his lambent glance on Mrs. Haxton, but the Governor
stopped the imminent outburst.
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