people to revolt
and drive the Austrian army out of the country."

"You have read this paper, I think?"

"Yes; I am interested in the subject."

"When you read it you realized that you were committing an illegal
action?"

"Certainly."

"Where did you get the copies which were found in your room?"

"That I cannot tell you."

"Mr. Burton, you must not say 'I cannot tell' here; you are bound to
answer my questions."

"I will not, then, if you object to 'cannot.'"

"You will regret it if you permit yourself to use such expressions,"
remarked the colonel. As Arthur made no reply, he went on:

"I may as well tell you that evidence has come into our hands proving
your connection with this society to be much more intimate than is
implied by the mere reading of forbidden literature. It will be to your
advantage to confess frankly. In any case the truth will be sure to come
out, and you will find it useless to screen yourself behind evasion and
denials."

"I have no desire to screen myself. What is it you want to know?"

"Firstly, how did you, a foreigner, come to be implicated in matters of
this kind?"

"I thought about the subject and read everything I could get hold of,
and formed my own conclusions."

"Who persuaded you to join this society?"

"No one; I wished to join it."

"You are shilly-shallying with me," said the colonel, sharply; his
patience was evidently beginning to give out. "No one can join a society
by himself. To whom did you communicate your wish to join it?"

Silence.

"Will you have the kindness to answer me?"

"Not when you ask questions of that kind."

Arthur spoke sullenly; a curious, nervous irritability was taking
possession of him. He knew by this time that many arrests had been made
in both Leghorn and Pisa; and, though still ignorant of the extent of
the calamity, he had already heard enough to put him into a fever of
anxiety for the safety of Gemma and his other friends. The studied
politeness of the officers, the dull game of fencing and parrying, of
insidious questions and evasive answers, worried and annoyed him, and
the clumsy tramping backward and forward of the sentinel outside the
door jarred detestably upon his ear.

"Oh, by the bye, when did you last meet Giovanni Bolla?" asked the
colonel, after a little more bandying of words. "Just before you left
Pisa, was it?"

"I know no one of that name."

"What! Giovanni Bolla? Surely you know him--a tall young fellow