nnot go to bed till I have plaited your hair," answered Nella
mercilessly, but at the same time laying down the comb. "Just before you
came in, I was looking out of the window. It was just an accident, for I
was very busy with your things, of course. Well, as I was saying, in
passing I happened to glance out of the window, and I saw--guess what I
saw, my pretty lady!"

Marietta trembled, thinking that Nella had seen her, and perhaps
recognised her, and was about to bring her garrulous tale to a dramatic
climax by telling her so.

"Perhaps you saw a woman," she suggested desperately.

"A woman indeed!" cried Nella. "That must be a nice woman who would be
seen in the street at such a time of night, and the Governor's archers
there, too! Woman? I would not look at such a woman, I tell you! No.
What I saw was this, since you cannot guess. There came two big men,
running fast, and they were carrying a dead body between them! Eh! They
were at no good, I tell you. One could see that."

Marietta could bear no more, now. She bent her head and bit her finger
to keep herself from crying out.

"If you will not be still, how in the world am I to plait your hair?"
asked Nella querulously.

"Do it quickly, please," Marietta succeeded in saying. "I am so very
tired to-night."

Her head bent still further forward.

"Indeed," said Nella, much annoyed that her tale should not have been
received with more interest, "you seem to be half asleep already."

But Nella was much too truly attached to her mistress not to feel some
anxiety when she saw her white face and noticed how uncertainly she
walked. Nella had her in bed at last, however, and gave her more of the
soothing drink, smoothed the cool pillow under her head, looked round
the room to see that all was in order before going away, then took the
lamp and at last went out.

"Good night, my pretty lady," said Nella cheerfully from the door, "good
rest and pleasant dreams!"

She was gone at last, and she would not come back before morning.

Marietta sat up in bed in the dark and pressed her hands to her temples
in utter despair.

"I shall go mad! I shall go mad!" she whispered to herself.

She remembered that she had left her light silk mantle in the
laboratory, on the great chair.

CHAPTER XVIII

Aristarchi's interference to rescue Zorzi had not been disinterested,
and so far as justice was concerned he was quite ready to believe that
the Dalmatian had done al