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has found out that you are an anarchist.’

      Both men laughed, and Marcia flushed slightly.

      ‘Please, Miss Marcia,’ Sybert begged, ‘give me time to get out of the country before you expose me to the police.’

      ‘There’s no cause for fear,’ she returned. ‘I didn’t believe the story when I heard it, for I knew that you haven’t energy enough to run away from a bomb, much less throw one. That’s why it surprised me that other people should believe it.’

      ‘But most people have a better opinion of me than you have,’ he expostulated.

      ‘No, indeed, Mr. Sybert; I have a better opinion of you than most people. I really consider you harmless.’

      The young man laughed and bowed his thanks, while he turned his attention to Mrs. Copley.

      ‘I hope that Villa Vivalanti will prove more successful than the one in Naples.’

      Mrs. Copley looked at him reproachfully. ‘That horrible man! I never think of him without wishing we were safely back in America.’

      ‘Then please don’t think of him,’ her husband returned. ‘He is where he won’t trouble you any more.’

      ‘What man?’ asked Marcia, emerging from a dignified silence.

      ‘Is it possible Miss Marcia has never heard of the tattooed man?’ Sybert inquired gravely.

      ‘The tattooed man! What are you talking about?’

      ‘It has a somewhat theatrical ring,’ Mr. Copley admitted.

      ‘It is nothing to make light of,’ said his wife. ‘It’s a wonder to me that we escaped with our lives. Three years ago, while we were in Naples,’ she added to her niece, ‘your uncle, with his usual recklessness, got mixed up with one of the secret societies. Our villa was out toward Posilipo, and one afternoon I was driving home at about dusk—I had been shopping in the city—and just as we reached a lonely place in the road, between two high walls–’

      Mr. Copley broke in: ‘A masked man armed to the teeth sprang up in the path, with a horrible oath.’

      ‘Not really!’ Marcia cried, leaning forward delightedly. ‘Aunt Katherine, did a masked man–’

      ‘He wasn’t masked, but I wish he had been; he would have looked less ferocious. He came straight to the side of the carriage, and taking off his hat with a very polite bow, he said that unless we left Naples in three days your uncle’s life would no longer be safe. His shirt was open at the throat, and there was a crucifix tattooed upside down on his breast. You can imagine what a desperate character he must have been—here in Italy of all places, where the people are so religious.’

      The two men laughed at the climax.

      ‘What did you do?’ Marcia asked.

      ‘I was too shocked to speak, and Gerald, poor child, screamed all the way home.’

      ‘And did you leave the city?’

      ‘As it happened, we were leaving anyway,’ her uncle put in; ‘but we postponed our departure long enough for me to hunt the fellow down and put him in jail.’

      ‘You may be thankful that they had the decency to warn you,’ Sybert remarked.

      ‘It’s like a dime novel!’ Marcia sighed. ‘To be mixed up with murders and warnings and tattooed men and secret societies–Why didn’t you send for me, Uncle Howard?’

      ‘Well, you see, I didn’t know that you had grown up into such a charming person—though I am not sure that it would have made any difference. I had all that I could do to take care of one woman.’

      ‘That’s the way,’ she complained. ‘Just because one’s a girl one is always shut up in the house while there’s anything exciting going on.’

      ‘If you are so fond of bloodshed,’ Sybert suggested, ‘you may possibly have a chance of seeing some this spring.’

      ‘This spring? Is the Camorra making trouble again?’

      ‘Oh, no; not the Camorra. But unless all signs fail, there is a prospect of some fairly exciting riots.’

      ‘Really? Here in Rome?’

      ‘Well, no; probably not in Rome—there are too many soldiers. More likely in the Neapolitan provinces. I am sorry,’ he added, ‘since you seem to find them so entertaining, that we can’t promise you a riot on your own door-step; but I dare say, when it comes to the point, you’ll find Naples near enough.’

      ‘I give you fair warning, Uncle Howard,’ she said, ‘if there are any riots in Naples, I’m going down to see them. What is the trouble? What are they rioting about?’

      ‘If there are any riots,’ said her uncle, ‘you, my dear young lady, will amuse yourself at Villa Vivalanti until they are over,’ and he abruptly changed the subject.

      The talk drifted back to the villa again. Mrs. Copley afforded their guest a more detailed description.

      ‘Nineteen bedrooms aside from the servants’ quarters, and room in the stable for thirty horses!’ she finished.

      ‘The princes of Vivalanti must have kept up an establishment in their pre-Riviera days.’

      ‘Mustn’t they?’ agreed Marcia cordially. The new villa was proving an unexpectedly soothing topic. ‘We’ll keep up an establishment too,’ she added. ‘We’re going to give a house-party when the Roystons come down from Paris, and—I know what we’ll do! We’ll give a ball for my birthday—won’t we, Uncle Howard? And have everybody out from Rome, and the ilex grove all lighted with coloured lamps!’

      ‘Not if I have anything to say about it,’ said Mr. Copley.

      ‘But you won’t have,’ said Marcia.

      ‘The only reason that I consented to take this villa was that I thought it was far enough away to escape parties for a time. You said–’

      ‘I said if you got nearer Rome we’d give a party every day, while as it is I’m only planning one party for all the three months.’

      ‘Sybert and I won’t come to it,’ he grumbled.

      ‘Perhaps you and Mr. Sybert won’t be invited.’

      ‘I don’t know where you’d find two such charming men,’ said Mrs. Copley.

      ‘Rome’s full of them,’ returned Marcia imperturbably.

      ‘Who are the Roystons, Miss Marcia?’ Sybert inquired.

      ‘They are the friends I came over with last fall. You know Mr. Dessart?’

      ‘The artist? Yes, I know him.’

      ‘Well, Mrs. Royston is his aunt, and she has two daughters who–’

      ‘Are his cousins,’ suggested Mr. Copley.

      ‘Yes; to be sure, and very charming girls. They spend a great deal of time over here—at least Mrs. Royston and Eleanor do. Margaret has been in college.’

      ‘And Mr. Royston,’ asked Copley, ‘stays in America and attends to his business?’

      ‘Yes; Mrs. Royston and Eleanor go over quite often to keep him from getting lonely.’

      ‘Very generous of them,’ Sybert laughed.

      ‘They’ve spent winters in Cairo and Vienna and Paris and a lot of different places,’ pursued Marcia. ‘Eleanor,’ she added ruminatingly, ‘has been out nine seasons, and she has had a good deal of—experience.’

      ‘Dear, dear!’ said her uncle; ‘and you are proposing to expose all Rome–’

      ‘She’s very attractive,’ said Marcia, and then she glanced at Sybert and laughed. ‘If she should happen to take a fancy to you, Mr. Sybert–’

      The young man rose to his feet and looked

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