"It is in chemical ink; the
reagent is in the third drawer of the writing-table.
Yes; that is it."
He laid the letter open on the desk and passed
a little brush over its pages. When the real message
stood out on the paper in a brilliant blue line,
he leaned back in his chair and burst out laughing.
"What is it?" she asked hurriedly. He
handed her the paper.
"DOMENICHINO HAS BEEN ARRESTED. COME AT ONCE."
She sat down with the paper in her hand and
stared hopelessly at the Gadfly.
"W-well?" he said at last, with his soft, ironical
drawl; "are you satisfied now that I must go?"
"Yes, I suppose you must," she answered, sighing.
"And I too."
He looked up with a little start. "You too? But----"
"Of course. It will be very awkward, I know,
to be left without anyone here in Florence; but
everything must go to the wall now except the
providing of an extra pair of hands."
"There are plenty of hands to be got there."
"They don't belong to people whom you can
trust thoroughly, though.
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