"He was here two years ago, and had those same entries concerning Giovanni Saracinesca copied.
Probably--certainly, indeed--the papers you have there are the very ones he took away with him.

When he came to see me about it, he gave me this card." "I wonder he did," answered Saracinesca.
"Indeed," replied the curate, after a moment's thought, "I remember that he came the next day--yes--and asked to have his card returned.

But I could not find it for him.

There was a hole in one of my pockets--it had slipped down.

Carmela, my old servant, found it a day or two later in the lining of my cassock.