"What's wrong?" asked Peter.
"Christ! Did you see him--right in the path--Robert Redmayne?"
But the other only stared at Giuseppe and peered forward.
"I saw nothing," he said; whereupon like lightning, the Italian's
manner changed. His concern vanished and he laughed aloud.
"What a fool--what a fool am I! It was the shadow of the shrine!"
"You've got the red man on your nerves, I guess. I don't blame you.
What did you think you saw?"
"No--no, signor; I have no nerves. I saw nothing. It was a shadow."
Ganns instantly dismissed the subject and appeared to attach no
importance whatever to it; but Doria's mood was altered. He became
less expansive and more alert.
"We'll turn now," announced Peter half an hour afterwards. "You're
a smart lad and you've given me a bright thought or two. We must
lecture Mark. It may be better for you, as her husband, to pretend a
bit, even though you don't feel it. Let me know privately when Mrs.
Doria is for the hills."
He stopped, kept his eye on Giuseppe and took a pinch of snuff.
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