CHAPTER XII.
IS IT HIS GHOST ?--THE GUILTY EXPOSED.
It was scarcely eight o'clock in the morning when Signor Deodati was on his way to the residence of Mr.Van de Werve.
The old merchant was walking very slowly, with his eyes cast down.

From time to time he shook his head, as if disturbed by painful thoughts.

His countenance expressed dissatisfaction rather than sorrow; indeed, it might even be said to indicate angry and bitter feelings.
The servant who opened the door ushered him into a parlor and went to call his master.

Deodati threw himself into a chair, covered his face with his hands, and was so absorbed in thought that he was not aware of Mr.Van de Werve's entrance.
"Good morning, signor," said the Flemish noble, saluting him.

"Your early visit encourages me to hope that you have news of our poor Geronimo." "Bad news, Mr.Van de Werve, bad news," said the old man, with tearful eyes.