"Yes," I answered in surprise at his action and his question.
"Why?"
"Because there is danger here," he answered in the same low
earnest tone. "Get your weapon ready. You may want it."
"I don't understand," I said, feeling my handy Colt in my back
pocket to make sure it was there.
"Forget what I have said—all—all that I have told you to-night,
sir," he said. "I have not explained the whole truth. You are in
peril—in deadly peril!"
"How?" I exclaimed breathlessly, surprised at his extraordinary
change of manner and his evident apprehension lest something should
befall me.
"Wait, and you shall see," he whispered. "But first tell me,
signore, that you will forgive me for the part I have played in
this dastardly affair. I, like yourself, fell innocently into the
hands of your en
