"
"I think that you warned the Governor," I said bluntly.
He shook with laughter. "Warned him? Of course I warned him.
Youth would never have seen that molehill and fairy ring and
projecting root, but wisdom cometh with gray hairs, my son. D' ye
not think I'll have the King's thanks?"
"Doubtless," I answered. "An the price contents you, I do not know
why I should quarrel with it."
By this we were halfway down the street, and we now came upon
the guest house. A window above us was unshuttered, and in the
room within a light still burned. Suddenly it was extinguished. A
man's face looked down upon us for a moment, then drew back; a
skeleton hand was put out softly and slowly, and the shutter drawn
to. Hand and face belonged to the man I had sent tumbling among
the graves the evening before.
"The Italian doctor," said Master Pory.
There was something peculiar in his tone. I glanced at him, but his
broad red face and twinkling eyes told me nothing. "The Italian
doctor," he repeated. "If I had a friend in Captain Percy's
predicament, I should bid him beware of the Italian doctor."
"Your friend would be obliged for the warning," I replied.
We walked a little further. "And I think," he said, "that I should
inform this purely hypothetical friend of mine that the Italian and
his patron had their heads mighty close together, last night.
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