Just then a servant of the Circolo came into the room and put a note
into the hands of the Baron Manutoli.
"It is from Ludovico, asking me to go to him. So there's an end to
our game of billiards, Signor Conte," said Manutoli to one of the
group; "I must go at once."
"But you'll come back here after you've seen him, won't you? You'll
come back and tell us all about it, Manutoli?" said two or three of
the group which had been discussing the topic.
"I don't know, I shall see. I will, if I can--if it's not too late.
It may be that I shall be detained with him. I suppose that he has
had no means of communicating with any of his people since the
police folk clapped their hands on him."
"Do look in here for a moment, Manutoli. We shall all be anxious to
hear about him, poor fellow,", said another of the young men, who
had pressed around Signor Manutoli as soon as it was known from whom
his note had come.
"If I can I will. It is likely enough he may want me to go somewhere
else for him. We shall see. A rivederci, Signori."
CHAPTER VII
A Prison Visit
The note which had been given to the Baron Manutoli begged him to
come with as little delay as possible to the Palazzo del Governo.
Adolfo Manutoli was a somewhat older man than the majority of those
who had formed the group which had been discussing the all-absorbing
topic of the day at the Circolo; and he was Ludovico di Castelmare's
most intimate friend among the younger members of the society in
which he lived.
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