Zorzi was roughly dragged towards it, and he saw that he was surrounded by about twenty masked men.

His face was held to the light, and Contarini's hold on his throat relaxed.
"Not even a mask!" exclaimed Jacopo.

"A fool, or a madman.

Speak, man I Who are you?
Who sent you here ?" "My name is Zorzi," answered the glass-blower with difficulty, for he had been almost choked.

"My business is with the Lord Jacopo alone.