'There's no cause for fear,' she returned. 'I didn't believe the story when I heard it, for I knew that you haven't energy enough to run away from a bomb, much less throw one. That's why it surprised me that other people should believe it.'
'But most people have a better opinion of me than you have,' he expostulated.
'No, indeed, Mr. Sybert; I have a better opinion of you than most people. I really consider you harmless.'
The young man laughed and bowed his thanks, while he turned his attention to Mrs. Copley.
'I hope that Villa Vivalanti will prove more successful than the one in Naples.'
Mrs. Copley looked at him reproachfully. 'That horrible man! I never think of him without wishing we were safely back in America.'
'Then please don't think of him,' her husband returned. 'He is where he won't trouble you any more.'
'What man?' asked Marcia, emerging from a dignified silence.
'Is it possible Miss Marcia has never heard of the tattooed man?' Sybert inquired gravely.
'The tattooed man! What _are_ you talking about?'
'It has a somewhat theatrical ring,' Mr. Copley admitted.
'It is nothing to make light of,' said his wife. 'It's a wonder to me that we escaped with our lives. Three years ago, while we were in Naples,' she added to her niece, 'your uncle, with his usual recklessness, got mixed up with one of the secret societies. Our villa was out toward Posilipo, and one afternoon I was driving home at about dusk--I had been shopping in the city--and just as we reached a lonely place in the road, between two high walls----'
Mr. Copley broke in: 'A masked man armed to the teeth sprang up in the path, with a horrible oath.'
'Not really!' Marcia cried, leaning forward delightedly. 'Aunt Katherine, _did_ a masked man----'
'He wasn't masked, but I wish he had been; he would have looked less ferocious. He came straight to the side of the carriage, and taking off his hat with a very polite bow, he said that unless we left Naples in three days your uncle's life would no longer be safe. His shirt was open at the throat, and there was a crucifix tattooed upside down on his breast. You can imagine what a desperate character he must have been--here in Italy of all places, where the people are so religious.'