Part 77 (1/2)
”At Brindisi, I believe, Excellenza.”
”At Brindisi still. The devil of a fellow is not so impatient as I had expected. Ah, well. Have the goodness to send for him, friend Granaglia, and bid him come with speed.”
”Most willingly, Excellenza.”
CHAPTER XLIX.
AN EMISSARY.
One warm, still afternoon Calabressa was walking quickly along the crowded quays of Naples, when he was beset by a more than usually importunate beggar--a youth of about twelve, almost naked.
”Something for bread, signore--for the love of G.o.d--my father taken to heaven, my mother starving--bread, signore--”
”To the devil with you!” said Calabressa.
”May you burst!” replied the polite youth, and he tried to kick Calabressa's legs and make off at the same time.
This feat he failed in, so that, as he was departing, Calabressa hit him a cuff on the side of the head which sent him rolling. Then there was a howl, and presently there was a universal tumult of women, calling out, ”Ah, the German! ah, the foreigner!” and so forth, and drawing threateningly near. Calabressa sought in his pockets for a handful of small copper coins, turned, threw them high in the air, and did not stay to watch the effect of the shower on the heads of the women, but walked quietly away.
However, in thus suddenly turning, he had caught sight--even with his near-sighted eyes--of an unwholesome-looking young man, pale, clean-shaven, with bushy black hair, whom he recognized. He appeared to pay no attention, but walked quickly on. Taking one or two unnecessary turnings, he became convinced that the young man, as he had suspected, was following him: then, without more ado, and even without looking behind him, he set out for his destination, which was Posilipo.
In due course of time he began to ascend the wooded hill with its villas and walls and cactus-hedges. At a certain turning, where he could not be observed by any one behind him, he turned sharp off to the left, and stood behind a wooden gate; a couple of minutes afterward the young man came along, more rapidly now, for he no doubt fancied that Calabressa had disappeared ahead.
Calabressa stepped out from his hiding-place, went after him, and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned, stared, and endeavored to appear angry and astonished.
”Oh yes, to be sure,” said Calabressa, with calm sarcasm, ”at your disposition, signore. So we were not satisfied with selling photographs and pebbles to the English on board the steamer; we want to get a little Judas money; we sell ourselves to the weasels, the worms, the vermin--”
”Oh, I a.s.sure you, signore--” the shaven-faced youth exclaimed, much more humbly.
”Oh, I a.s.sure you too, signore,” Calabressa continued, facetiously. ”And you, you poor innocent, you have not been with the weasels six weeks when you think you will try your nose in tracking me. Body of Bacchus, it is too insolent!”
”I a.s.sure you, signore--”
”Now, behold this, my friend: we must give children like you a warning.
If you had been a little older, and not quite so foolish, I should have had you put on the Black List of my friends the Camorristi--you understand? But you--we will cure you otherwise. You know the Englishman's yacht that has come into the Great Harbor--”
”Signore, I beg of you--”
”Beg of the devil!” said Calabressa, calmly. ”Between the Englishman's yacht and the Little Mole you will find a schooner moored--her name. _La Svezia_; do not forget--_La Svezia_. To-morrow you will go on board of her, ask for the captain, go down below, and beg him to be so kind as to give you twelve stripes--”
”Signore--”
”Another word, _mouchard_, and I make it twenty. He will give you a receipt, which you will sign, and bring to me; otherwise, down goes your name on the list. Which do you prefer? Oh, we will teach some of you young weasels a lesson! I have the honor to wish you a good morning.”
Calabressa touched his hat politely, and walked on, leaving the young man petrified with rage and fear.
By-and-by he began to walk more leisurely and with more circ.u.mspection, keeping a sharp lookout, as well as his near-sighted eyes allowed, on any pa.s.ser-by or vehicle he happened to meet. At length, and with the same precautions he had used on a former occasion, he entered the grounds of the villa he had sought out in the company of Gathorne Edwards, and made his way up to the fountain on the little plateau. But now his message had been previously prepared; he dropped it into the receptacle concealed beneath the lip of the fountain, and then descended the steep little terraces until he got round to the entrance of the grotto.