. . But his body--they would not take his body--and you
standing here and allowing it--"
"My friends," I interrupted, "they have certainly taken his body, and
his soul too, for that matter; and I doubt if you can overtake either
on this side of Nonza. But with him you will find the crown of
Corsica, and the priest who helped him to sell it. I tell you this,
who are clansmen of the Colonne. Your mistress, who discovered the
plot and was here to hinder it, will confirm me."
Their eyes questioned her; not for long. In the droop of her bowed
head was confirmation.
"And therefore," I went on, "you two can have no better business than
to help me convey the Princess northward and bring her to her mother,
whom in this futile following after a wretched boy you have all so
strangely forgotten. By God!" said I, "there is but one man in
Corsica who has hunted, this while, on a true scent and held to it;
and he is an Englishman, solitary and faithful at this moment upon
Cape Corso!"
"Your pardon, cavalier," answered Marc'antonio after a slow pause.
"What you say is just, in part, and I am not denying it.
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