"Holy Father," he said in his nervous voice, "I bring you bad news."

"What is it, my son?" said the Pope, with a pitiful expression.

"The assassin of the Prime Minister turns out to be some one..."

"Well?"

"Some one known to your Holiness."

"Don't be afraid for the Holy Father.... Tell me, Monsignor."

"It is a lady, your Holiness."

"A lady?"

"She has been arrested and has confessed."

"Confessed?"

"It is Donna Roma Volonna, your Holiness. She shot the Prime Minister

with a revolver, and her motive was revenge."

The Pope lifted his head, and looked at the young Monsignor with an

expression which no language can describe. Relief, joy, shame, and

remorse were mingled in one flash on his broken and bankrupt face. He

was silent for a moment, and then he said:

"Say nothing of this to the young man in the room below. If he is in

sanctuary let him also be in peace. Whatever he is to hear of the world

without must come through me alone. Give that as my order to everybody.

And may God who has had mercy on His servant be good to us all!"

III In penance for the joy he had felt on learning that Roma, not Rossi, had

assassinated the Minister, the Pope became her advocate in his own mind,

and watched for an opportunity to save her. Every day for a week

Monsignor Mario read the newspapers to the Pope that he might be fully

abreast of what occurred.

The first morning the journals merely reported the crime. The headless

one with the fearful hands had stalked over the city in the middle of

night in the shape of incarnate murder, and the citizens of Rome would

awake to hear the news with consternation, horror, and shame.

The evening journals contained obituary articles and appreciations of

the dead man's character. He was the Richelieu of Italy, the chivalrous

and devoted servant of his country, and one of the noblest figures of

the age.

"Extras" were published giving descriptions of the city under the first

effects of the terrible news. Rome was literally draped in mourning. It

was a forest of flags at half-mast. All public buildings, embassies,

cafés, and places of public amusement were closed.

The Pope was puzzled, and calling a member of his Noble Guard (it was

the Count de Raymond) he sent him out into the city to see.

When the Count de Raymond returned he told another story. The people,

while deploring the crime, were not surprised at it. Baron Bonelli had

refused to understand the wants of the nation. He had treated the people

as slaves and shed their blood in the streets. Where such opinions were

not openly expressed there was a gloomy silence. Groups could be seen

under the great lamps in the Corso reading the evening papers. Sometimes

a man would mount a chair in front of the Café Aragno and read aloud

from the latest "extra." The crowd would listen, stand a moment, and

then disperse.




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