Even as they looked, the three turned and began slowly to mount the staircase.
Fay and Michael were back in her boudoir in a moment.
"There is a way out here," he said, indicating the door into her bedroom.
"It leads into my bedroom, and then through to Andrea's rooms.

There is no passage, and he has a dog in his room.

It would bark." "I must go back to the garden again," he said, and instantly moved to the window.

Both saw two _carabinieri_ standing with a lantern at the foot of the balcony steps.
"If you go down now," said Fay hoarsely, "my reputation goes with you." He looked at her.
It was as if his whole life were focussed on one burning point; how to save her from suspicion.

If he could have shrivelled into ashes at her feet he would have done it.