But they come for something more serious." Aristarchi moved his massive head suddenly to an attitude of profound attention.
"They are plotting against the Republic," whispered Arisa.

"I can hear all they say." "Are you sure ?" "I tell you I can hear every word.

I can almost see them.

Look here.
Come with me." She rose and he followed her to the corner of the room where the small silver lamp burned steadily before an image of Saint Mark, and above a heavy kneeling-stool.
"The foot moves," she said, and she was already on her knees on the floor, pushing the step.
It slid back with the soft sound Contarini had heard before he came upstairs.

The upper part of the woodwork was built into the wall.
"They meet in the place below this," Arisa said.