But it is this man's name I need, and--by the five wounds of Lucia of Viterbo!--I will have it.

Will you speak ?" Something like a sob shook the poor fool's deformed frame.

But that was all.

With bowed head he preserved a stubborn silence.

The Duke made a sign to the men, and instantly the two of them threw their weight upon the rope, hoisting Peppe by his wrists until he was at the height of the canopy itself.