“You lovely, lovely thing!” she cried.  “I’m so glad to see you again, Tato darling!”

The Duke’s stern features softened.  He sighed heavily and accepted Uncle John’s polite invitation to be seated.

The little party of Americans was fairly astounded by this unexpected visit.  Kenneth regretted that he had left his revolver upstairs, but the others remembered that the brigand would not dare to molest them in the security of the hotel grounds, and were more curious than afraid.

Il Duca’s hand was wrapped in a bandage, but the damaged finger did not seem to affect him seriously.  Beth could not take her eyes off this dreadful evidence of her late conflict, and stared at it as if the bandage fascinated her.

“Signore,” said the Duke, addressing Uncle John especially, “I owe to you my apologies and my excuses for the annoyance I have caused to you and your friends.  I have the explanation, if you will so kindly permit me.”

“Fire away, Duke,” was the response.

“Signore, I unfortunately come of a race of brigands.  For centuries my family has been lawless and it was natural that by education I, too, should become a brigand.  In my youth my father was killed in an affray and my mother took his place, seizing many prisoners and exacting from them ransom.  My mother you have seen, and you know of her sudden madness and of her death.  She was always mad, I think, and by nature a fiend.  She urged my elder brother to wicked crimes, and when he rebelled she herself cast him, in a fit of anger, into the pit.  I became duke in his place, and did my mother’s bidding because I feared to oppose her.  But for years I have longed to abandon the life and have done with crime.

“With me our race ends, for I have no sons.  But my one child, whom you know as Tato, I love dearly.  My greatest wish is to see her happy.  The last few days have changed the fortunes of us both.  The Duchessa is gone, and at last I am the master of my own fate.  As for Tato, she has been charmed by the young American signorini, and longs to be like them.  So we come to ask that you forgive the wrong we did you, and that you will now allow us to be your friends.”

Uncle John was amazed.

“You have decided to reform, Duke?” he asked.

“Yes, signore.  Not alone for Tato’s sake, but because I loathe the life of brigandage.  See; here is my thought.  At once I will disband my men and send them away.  My household effects I will sell, and then abandon the valley forever.  Tato and I have some money, enough to live in quiet in some other land, where we shall be unknown.”

“A very good idea, Duke.”

“But from my respect for you, Signer Merreek, and from my daughter’s love for your nieces—­the brave and beautiful signorini—­I shall dare to ask from you a favor.  But already I am aware that we do not deserve it.”

“What is it, sir?”