There, at least, you
will not know where to go." "I have arranged to send Chieco to you," she
said. "To-day at two he is to play for the Queen, and then he will come
to you. Good-bye."
And she went out without giving her brother time to reply. Her
_coupe_ was waiting for her. She gave the footman the address of the
Under-Secretary of the Interior, and entered the carriage.
It was Saturday. For several days Jeanne had not slept and had eaten
little. On Tuesday evening she had learned from Signora Albacina of the
plot against Piero, and how her husband, the Under-Secretary of State,
had been invited by the Minister to join him at the Ministry of the
Interior, where an interview was to take place with this man so greatly
feared and hated at the court of the Sovereign Pontiff, by that
non-concessionist faction which wished to rule at the Vatican. She
hastened to Noemi, got her to write the letter, and then telephoned to
a young secretary, her friend and admirer, begging him to come to the
Grand Hotel. She charged him to find some one to deliver the letter, for
it was probably too late to send it to Villa Mayda.
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