He did not go out till after dinner.  When he got downstairs he found the heavy night-door closed.  He wondered:  then remembered the Signorina’s fear of riots and disturbances.  As again he fumbled with the catches, he felt that the doors of Florence were trying to prevent his egress.  However, he got out.

It was a very dark night, about nine o’clock, and deserted seeming.  He was struck by the strange, deserted feeling of the city’s atmosphere.  Yet he noticed before him, at the foot of the statue, three men, one with a torch:  a long torch with naked flames.  The men were stooping over something dark, the man with the torch bending forward too.  It was a dark, weird little group, like Mediaeval Florence.  Aaron lingered on his doorstep, watching.  He could not see what they were doing.  But now, the two were crouching down; over a long dark object on the ground, and the one with the torch bending also to look.  What was it?  They were just at the foot of the statue, a dark little group under the big pediment, the torch-flames weirdly flickering as the torch-bearer moved and stooped lower to the two crouching men, who seemed to be kneeling.

Aaron felt his blood stir.  There was something dark and mysterious, stealthy, in the little scene.  It was obvious the men did not want to draw attention, they were so quiet and furtive-seeming.  And an eerie instinct prevented Aaron’s going nearer to look.  Instead, he swerved on to the Lungarno, and went along the top of the square, avoiding the little group in the centre.  He walked the deserted dark-seeming street by the river, then turned inwards, into the city.  He was going to the Piazza Vittoria Emmanuele, to sit in the cafe which is the centre of Florence at night.  There he could sit for an hour, and drink his vermouth and watch the Florentines.

As he went along one of the dark, rather narrow streets, he heard a hurrying of feet behind him.  Glancing round, he saw the torch-bearer coming along at a trot, holding his flaming torch up in front of him as he trotted down the middle of the narrow dark street.  Aaron shrank under the wall.  The trotting torch-bearer drew near, and now Aaron perceived the other two men slowly trotting behind, stealthily, bearing a stretcher on which a body was wrapped up, completely and darkly covered.  The torch-bearer passed, the men with the stretcher passed too, hastily and stealthily, the flickering flames revealing them.  They took no notice of Aaron, no notice of anything, but trotted softly on towards the centre of the city.  Their queer, quick footsteps echoed down the distance.  Then Aaron too resumed his way.