"It may yet redeem thy life, wert
thou wise enough to turn it to account."
"What would your eccellenza at my hands? It is plain that the Council
know of the flight of Don Camillo, nor will I believe that eyes, which
so seldom are closed, have not yet missed the daughter of the Tiepolo."
"Both are true, Jacopo; but what hast thou to say of the means?
Remember, that as thou findest favor with the council, thine own fate
will be decided."
The prisoner suffered another of those freezing gleams to cross his
face, which invariably caused his examiners to bend their looks aside.
"The means of escape cannot be wanting to a bold lover, Signore," he
replied. "Don Camillo is rich, and might employ a thousand agents, had
he need of them."
"Thou art equivocating; 'twill be the worse for thee, that thou triflest
with the Council--who are these agents?"
"He had a generous household, Eccellenza;--many hardy gondoliers, and
servitors of all conditions."
"Of these we have nothing to learn. He hath escaped by other means--or
art thou sure he hath escaped at all?"
"Signore, is he in Venice?"
"Nay, that we ask of thee. Here is an accusation, found in the lion's
mouth, which charges thee with his assassination."
"And the Donna Violetta's, too, eccellenza?"
"Of her, we have heard nothing. What answer dost make to the charge?"
"Signore, why should I betray my own secrets?"
"Ha! art thou equivocating and faithless? Remember that we have a
prisoner beneath the leads, who can extract the truth from thee.
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