He crept noiselessly out, and leaving the door still open, rushed down-stairs, turned into the little court, unhooked his bag from the rope, and taking it in his hand, passed quietly out into the street.

The coachman was dozing upon the box of the carriage which still waited before the door, and would not have noticed Temistocle had he been awake.

In a moment more the Neapolitan was beyond pursuit.

In the Piazza di Spagna he hailed a cab and drove rapidly to Donna Tullia's house, where he paid the man and sent him away.

The servants knew him well enough, for scarcely a day passed without his bringing some note or message from his master to Madame Mayer.