He did so, nor showed the least sign of surprise when a pair of richly ornamented pistols was displayed to his view.
"Good weapons ?" I remarked, in a casual manner.
My vallet took each one out of the case, and examined them both critically.
"They need cleaning, eccellenza." "Good!" I said, briefly.

"Then clean them and put them in good order.

I may require to use them." The imperturbable Vincenzo bowed, and taking the weapons, prepared to leave the room.
"Stay!" He turned.

I looked at him steadily.
"I believe you are a faithful fellow, Vincenzo," I said.
He met my glance frankly.
"The day may come," I went on, quietly, "when I shall perhaps put your fidelity to the proof." The dark Tuscan eyes, keen and clear the moment before, flashed brightly and then grew humid.
"Eccellenza, you have only to command! I was a soldier once--I know what duty means.

But there is a better service--gratitude.