Gustavo, who for the last hour and a half had been alertly watchful of four entrances at once, pounced upon him and drew him to a corner.
"Signore," in a conspiratorial whisper, "zay are come, ze aunt and ze sister." "I know--the Signorina Costantina told me so." Gustavo blinked.
"But, signore, she does not know it." "Yes, she does--she saw 'em herself." "I mean, signore, she does not know zat you are ze brover ?" "Oh, no, she doesn't know that." "But she tell me zat she is acquaint wif ze brover for six years." He shook his head hopelessly.
"That's all right." Tony patted his shoulder reassuringly.

"When she knew me I used to have yellow hair, but I thought it made me look too girlish, so I had it dyed black.

She didn't recognize me." Gustavo accepted the explanation with a side glance at the hair.
"Now, pay attention." Tony's tone was slow and distinct.
"I am going upstairs to change my clothes.

Then I will slip out the back way with a suit case, and go down the road and meet the omnibus as it comes back from the boat landing.

You keep my aunt and sister in the court-yard talking to the parrot or something until the omnibus arrives.
Then when I get out, you come forward with your politest bow and ask me if I want a room.