But then it is probable that we all looked at her in that same moment." "But not with such eyes as his," I insisted.
"Could he have administered the poison with his own hands ?" asked the doctor gravely.
"No," said I, "that were a difficult matter.

But he might have bribed a servant to drop a powder in her wine." "Why then," said he, "it should be an easy thing to find the servant.

Do you chance to remember who served the wine ?" "I remember," answered Filippo readily.
"Let the man be questioned; let him be racked if necessary.

Thus shall you probably arrive at a true knowledge; thus discover under whose directions he was working." It was the only thing to do, and Filippo sent me about it there and then, telling me the servant in question was a Venetian of the name of Zabatello.

If confirmation had been needed that this fellow had been the tool of the poisoner--there was no reason to suppose that he would have done the thing to have served any ends of his own--that confirmation I had upon discovering that Zabatello was fled from Pesaro, leaving no trace behind him.
Men were sent out by the Lord Filippo in every direction to endeavour to find the rogue and bring him back.