It was with mixed feelings that Francis heard, a minute or two later, the usher announce that Signor Ruggiero Mocenigo was without, awaiting the pleasure of their excellencies.

“Let him enter,” the doge said.

The curtains fell back, and Ruggiero Mocenigo entered with a haughty air.  He bowed to the council, and stood as if expecting to be questioned.

“You are charged, Ruggiero Mocenigo,” the doge said, “with being concerned in an attempt to carry off the daughters of Signor Polani, and of taking part in the killing of three servitors of that gentleman.”

“On what grounds am I accused?” Ruggiero said haughtily.

“On the ground that you are a rejected suitor for the elder lady’s hand, and that you had uttered threats against her father, who, so far as he knows, has no other enemies.”

“This seems somewhat scanty ground for an accusation of such gravity,” Ruggiero said sneeringly.  “If every suitor who grumbles, when his offer is refused, is to be held responsible for every accident which may take place in the lady’s family, methinks that the time of this reverend and illustrious council will be largely occupied.”

“You will remember,” the doge said sternly, “that your previous conduct gives good ground for suspicion against you.  You have already been banished from the state for two years for assassination, and such reports as reached us of your conduct in Constantinople, during your exile, were the reverse of satisfactory.  Had it not been so, the prayers of your friends, that your term of banishment might be shortened, would doubtless have produced their effect.”

“At any rate,” Ruggiero said, “I can, with little difficulty, prove that I had no hand in any attempt upon Signor Polani’s daughters last night, seeing that I had friends spending the evening with me, and that we indulged in play until three o’clock this morning—­an hour at which, I should imagine, the Signoras Polani would scarcely be abroad.”

“At what time did your friends assemble?”

“At nine o’clock,” Ruggiero said.  “We met by agreement in the Piazza, somewhat before that hour, and proceeded together on foot to my house.”

“Who were your companions?”

Ruggiero gave the names of six young men, all connections of his family, and summonses were immediately sent for them to attend before the council.

“In the meantime, Messer Francisco Hammond, you can tell us whether you recognize in the accused one of the assailants last night.”

“I cannot recognize him, your excellency,” Francis said; “but I can say certainly that he was not the leader of the party, whom I struck with my oar.  The blow fell on the temple, and assuredly there would be marks of such a blow remaining today.”

As Francis was speaking, Ruggiero looked at him with a cold piercing glance, which expressed the reverse of gratitude for the evidence which he was giving in his favour, and something like a chill ran through him as he resumed his seat behind Signor Polani and his friends.