“Well, we shall see.  Any way, I am very much more easy as to the result.  Short of such evidence as it seems very highly unlikely should be forthcoming, I do not think that there can be any conviction at all.  It is most extraordinary that in the case of such deed, done in such a place, at such a time, there should be so many persons so fairly liable to strong suspicion.”

“Of course, to produce the result we wish, a case must be set up against Leandro?” said the Baron.

“Of course.  Leave that to me, or rather to the police.  No doubt their inquiries have already put them on his track.  The fact of his having gone out of the city by that gate, at that hour, is quite enough.”

“And now I must be off to see this Signorina Foscarelli.  I don’t half like the job.”

“I daresay you will find her easy enough,” said the lawyer, not quite understanding the nature of Manutoli’s distaste for his errand.  “Good-night, Signor Barone.”

CHAPTER IX

The Post-Mortem Examination

The Baron Manutoli found Paolina quite as “easy” as the lawyer had imagined that he would find her; but his task was not altogether an easy one in the sense he had himself intended.  She made not the slightest difficulty of telling him, that when she had seen Ludovico and Bianca drive past the church towards the forest she had felt a strong temptation to follow them thither; she told him all about the conversation she had had with the old monk, and repeated the directions she had received from him as to the path by which she might reach the Pineta, and return that way towards the city, without coming back into the high-road, till she got near the walls.  She confessed that, when she had followed the path behind the church leading to the Pineta, for some little distance, she had changed her mind, and had turned off by another path, which had brought her back into the high-road not far from the church; and she said that she had then walked on till she came near the walls, where she turned aside to sit down on one of the benches under the trees of the little promenade; that she had sat there for some time—­she did not know how long; had then gone in to the Cardinal Legate’s chapel, where she had conversed with the Contessa Violante, whom she knew from having often met her there before; and had at last returned home at a very much later hour than she had expected, and had found her friend Signora Orsola Steno uneasy at her prolonged absence.

“And did you mention to the Contessa the shocking fact of the prima donna’s death?” asked Manutoli, suddenly, thinking that he was doing a very sharp bit of lawyerly business in laying this trap for Paolina.

“How was it possible that I should do so, when I knew nothing about it till Ludovico told me several hours later?” answered the girl, with an unembarrassed easiness and readiness that almost changed Manutoli’s opinion as to the probability of her guilt.