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"Of course it's a lie."
"Well, I'm glad to hear it, my lad, and I'll tell
him you said so. But you see what they told him
was that you had denounced him out of--well, out
of jealousy, because of your both being sweet on
the same girl."
"It's a lie!" Arthur repeated the words in a
quick, breathless whisper. A sudden, paralyzing
fear had come over him. "The same girl--jealousy!"
How could they know--how could they know?
"Wait a minute, my lad." Enrico stopped in
the corridor leading to the interrogation room,
and spoke softly. "I believe you; but just tell me
one thing. I know you're a Catholic; did you
ever say anything in the confessional------"
"It's a lie!" This time Arthur's voice had risen
to a stifled cry.
Enrico shrugged his shoulders and moved on
again. "You know best, of course; but you
wouldn't be the only young fool that's been taken
in that way. There's a tremendous ado just now
about a priest in Pisa that some of your friends
have found out. They've printed a leaflet saying
he's a spy.


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