Part 40 (1/2)

Beroviero entered, stood still a moment and looked about. Everything was as Zorzi had left it, but the gla.s.s-maker's ear missed the low roar of the furnace. Instinctively he made a step towards the latter, extending his hand to see whether it was already cold, but at that moment he caught sight of the silk mantle in the chair. He glanced quickly at his son.

”Has Marietta been here with you this morning?” he asked sharply.

”Oh no!” answered Giovanni contemptuously. ”Zorzi stole that thing and had not time to hide it when they arrested him last night. I left it just where it was, that the Governor might see it.”

Beroviero's face changed slowly. His fiery brown eyes began to show a dangerous light and he stroked his long beard quickly, twisting it a little each time.

”If you say that Zorzi stole Marietta's silk mantle,” he said slowly, ”you are either a fool or a liar.”

”You are my father,” answered Giovanni in some perturbation. ”I cannot answer you.”

Beroviero was silent for a long time. He took the mantle from the chair, examined it and a.s.sured himself that it was Marietta's own and no other. Then he carefully folded it up and laid it on the bench. His brows were contracted as if he were in great pain, and his face was pale, but his eyes were still angry.

Giovanni knew the signs of his father's wrath and dared not speak to him yet..

”Is this the evidence on which you have had my man arrested?” asked Beroviero, sitting down in the big chair and fixing his gaze on his son.

”By no means,” answered Giovanni, with all the coolness he could command. ”If it pleases you to hear my story from the beginning I will tell you all. If you do not hear all, you cannot possibly understand.”

”I am listening,” said old Beroviero, leaning back and laying his hands on the broad wooden arms of the chair.

”I shall tell you everything, exactly as it happened,” said Giovanni, ”and I swear that it is all true.”

Beroviero reflected that in his experience this was usually the way in which liars introduced their accounts of events. For truth is like a work of genius: it carries conviction with it at once, and therefore needs no recommendation, nor other artificial support.

”After you left,” Giovanni continued, ”I came here one morning, out of pure friendliness to Zorzi, and as we talked I chanced to look at those things on the shelf. When I admired them, he admitted rather reluctantly that he had made them, and other things which you have in your house.”

Beroviero gravely nodded his a.s.sent to the statement.

”I asked him to make me something,” Giovanni went on to say, ”but he told me that he had no white gla.s.s in the furnace, and that what was there was the result of your experiments.”

Again Beroviero bent his head.

”So I asked him to bring his blow-pipe to the main furnace room, where they were still working at that time, and we went there together. He at once made a very beautiful piece, and was just finis.h.i.+ng it when a bad accident happened to him. Another man let his blow-pipe fly from his hand and it fell upon Zorzi's foot with a large lump of hot gla.s.s.”

Beroviero looked keenly at Giovanni.

”You know as well as I that it could not have been an accident,” he said. ”It was done out of spite.”

”That may be,” replied Giovanni, ”for the men do not like him, as you know. But Zorzi accepted it as being an accident, and said so. He was badly hurt, and is still lame. Nella dressed the wound, and then Marietta came with her.”

”Are you sure Marietta came here?” asked Beroviero, growing paler.

”Quite sure. They were on their way here together early in the morning when I stopped them, and asked Marietta where she was going, and she boldly said she was going to see Zorzi. I could not prevent her, and I saw them both go in.”

”Do you mean to say that although Zorzi was so badly hurt you did not have him brought to the house?”

”Of course I proposed that at once,” Giovanni answered. ”But he said that he would not leave the furnace.”

”That was like him,” said old Beroviero.