Something pricked me when I moved; whatever I was lying on was rough. Where was I? Then Floriano’s beautiful face burned through the darkness, vivid as if it were still there before me. Telling me again what it had told me in that last terrible moment. I bit my lips until they bled. Richard! I had left Richard alone with a murderer. Somehow Floriano had gotten out to follow me. But first had he turned and vented his rage on the unconscious man? No, surely not; surely all his energies had been bent on contriving his escape, on his pursuit of me. Yet sickeningly I remembered old Mattia Rossi’s gray hair blood-matted on the gray stones, his queerly caved-in head. Fool that I had been never to think that Floriano himself might have smashed that head! The bicycle had fooled me; old Mattia’s own cycle, probably, on which the murderer had been leaving, not arriving, when I had run out and stopped him.
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