After all these years he had betrayed himself like a schoolboy--and she had not even noticed it!
"The Cathedral bell is tolling," she said after a little while, looking round with recovered self-command. "Someone must be dead."
"That is what I came to show you," Martini answered in his everyday voice.
He picked up the placard from the floor and handed it to her.
Hastily printed in large type was a black-bordered announcement that:
"Our dearly beloved Bishop, His Eminence the Cardinal, Monsignor Lorenzo Montanelli," had died suddenly at Ravenna, "from the rupture of an aneurism of the heart."
She glanced up quickly from the paper, and Martini answered the unspoken suggestion in her eyes with a shrug of his shoulders.
"What would you have, Madonna?
Aneurism is as good a word as any other."