You
ought to see the inside of my head, you ought. There's room for a coal
barge, in there."
"That's easily remedied. Toss up for drinks."
"Don't mind if I do. . . ."
Signor Malipizzo heard the news as he was sitting down to luncheon. At
first he thought the priest had gone crazy. Don Giustino--good God! Five
thousand francs. Where had he found the money? Then he remembered
hearing about old Koppen's cheque for the organ. Those confounded
foreigners, always mixing themselves up in local concerns! If the
PARROCO were really poor, as these hypocrites of Christians professed
to be, he could never have run to it. Don Giustino. What an awful turn
of events. And all because Muhlen got himself murdered. These
confounded foreigners!
His heart sank within him. He had looked forward to keeping the
priest's cousin for a year or two in gaol, previous to his trial. That
would have to be altered. If Don Giustino came, the proceedings must be
fixed for next morning--it was the merest act of courtesy towards a man
of his standing, a man whom one must conciliate at any cost.
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