I think--and the Signor-Lieutenant who ordered his arrest thinks--that he is shamming.' 'It was a lieutenant who ordered his arrest?
Do you remember his name--was it Carlo di Ferara ?' 'It might have been.' Her face was vague.
'Of the cavalry ?' '_Si_, signorina, of the cavalry--and very handsome.' Constance laughed.

'Well, the plot thickens! Dad, you must come to Tony's hearing this afternoon, and put it tactfully to our friend the lieutenant that we don't like to have our donkey-man snatched away without our permission.' She turned back to the jailoress.

'And now, where is the man?
We should like to speak with him.' 'It is against the orders, but perhaps--I have already permitted the head waiter from the Hotel du Lac to carry him newspapers and cigarettes.

He says that the man Antonio is in reality an American nobleman from New York, who merely plays at being a donkey-driver for diversion, and that unless he is set at liberty immediately a ship will come with cannon, but--we all know Gustavo, signorina.' Constance nodded and laughed.
'You have reason! We all know Gustavo--may we go right up ?' The jailoress called the jailor.

They talked aside; the two-franc piece was produced as evidence.