"
"But what help are we going to give him? We
have no one in Florence to send."
"Then I m-must go myself."
She leaned back in her chair and looked at him
with a little frown.
"No, that won't do; it's too risky."
"It will have to do if we can't f-f-find any other
way out of the difficulty."
"Then we must find another way, that's all.
It's out of the question for you to go again just
now."
An obstinate line appeared at the corners of his
under lip.
"I d-don't see that it's out of the question."
"You will see if you think about the thing
calmly for a minute. It is only five weeks since
you got back; the police are on the scent about
that pilgrim business, and scouring the country
to find a clue. Yes, I know you are clever at disguises;
but remember what a lot of people saw you, both as
Diego and as the countryman; and you can't disguise
your lameness or the scar on your face."
"There are p-plenty of lame people in the world."
"Yes, but there are not plenty of people in the
Romagna with a lame foot and a sabre-cut across
the cheek and a left arm injured like yours, and
the combination of blue eyes with such dark
colouring.
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