Say on.' They spoke of the rumour.

He smiled at it.

They saw at once that the rumour was false, for the Chief trusted Agostino.
'Proceed to Barto, the mole,' he said, 'Barto the miner; he is the father of daylight in the city: of the daylight of knowledge, you understand, for which men must dig deep.

Proceed to him;--if you can find him.' But Carlo brought flame into Agostino's eyes.
'The accursed beast! he has pinned the black butterfly to the signorina's dress.' Agostino rose on his elbow.

He gazed at them.