He is my son. What about him?"
"He is not the Senior Principe di Sant' Ilario, Excellency--he
calls himself by another name--Marchese di--di--here is his card,
Excellency."
"My cousin, San Giacinto, then. What about him, I say?"
"Your Excellency has a cousin---" stammered the gendarme.
"Well? Is it against the law to have cousins?" cried the prince.
"What is the matter with my cousin?"
"Dio mio!" exclaimed the soldier in great agitation. "What a
combination! Your Excellency's cousin is in the mortuary chamber
at Santo Spirito!"
"Is he dead?" asked Saracinesca in a lower voice, but starting
from his chair.
"No," cried the man, "questo e il male! That is the trouble! He is
alive and very well!"
"Then what the devil is he doing in the mortuary chamber?" roared
the prince.
"Excellency, I beseech your pardon, I had nothing to do with
locking up the Signor Marchese. It was the surgeon, Excellency,
who took him for a Garibaldian. He shall be liberated at once---"
"I should think so!" answered Saracinesca, savagely. "And what
business have your asses of surgeons with gentlemen? My hat,
Pasquale. And how on earth came my cousin to be in Santo Spirito?"
"Excellency, I know nothing, but I had to do my duty."
"And if you know nothing how the devil do you expect to do your
duty! I will have you and the surgeon and the whole of Santo
Spirito and all the patients, in the Carceri Nuove, safe in prison
before morning! My hat, Pasquale, I say!"
Some confusion followed, during which the gendarme, who was
anxious to escape all responsibility in the matter of San
Giacinto's confinement, left the room and descended the grand
staircase three steps at a time.
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