"While we are wasting time a dozen more may be guarding the entrance to the house." "I am no spy," said Zorzi.
"What are you, then ?" "A glass-worker of Murano." Contarini's hands relaxed altogether, now, and he bent his ear to Zorzi's lips.
"Whisper your message," he said quickly.
Zorzi obeyed.
"Angelo Beroviero bids you wait by the second pillar on the left in Saint Mark's church, next Sunday morning, at one hour before noon, till you shall see him, and in a week from that time you shall have an answer; and be silent, if you would succeed." "Very well," answered Contarini.

"Friends," he said, standing erect, "it is a message I have expected.

The name of the man who sends it is 'Angelo'-- you understand.

It is not this fellow's fault that he came here this evening." "I suppose there is a woman in the case," said the indolent man.

"We will respect your secret.