It was pinned there with a diamond pin that flashed in the moonlight.

I thought wildly, that instead of that rose, there should be blood indeed--instead of a diamond pin there should be the good steel of a straight dagger! But I had no weapon--I stared at her, dry-eyed and mute.

She looked lovely--exquisitely lovely! No trace of grief marred the fairness of her face--her eyes were as languidly limpid and tender as ever--her lips were parted in the child-like smile that was so sweet--so innocently trustful! She spoke--ah, Heaven! the old bewitching music of her low voice made my heart leap and my brain reel.
"You foolish Guido!" she said, in dreamily amused accents.

"What would have happened, I wonder, if Fabio had not died so opportunely." I waited eagerly for the answer.

Guido laughed lightly.
"He would never have discovered anything.