"Yes," sighed the old fellow. "Please do not mention it," and he turned away to the window as though to conceal his guilty countenance.
"You mean that you know something--but you won't tell it!" Benton said.
"I know nothing," was the old fellow's stubborn reply.
"But you know that the young fellow, Henfrey, is guilty!" exclaimed Benton. "Come! you were there at the time! You heard high words between them--didn't you?"
"I have already made my statement to the police," declared the old Italian. "What else I know I shall keep to myself."
"But I'm interested in ascertaining whether Henfrey is innocent or guilty. Only two persons can tell us that--Mademoiselle, who is, alas! in a hopeless mental state, and yourself. You know--but you refuse to incriminate the guilty person. Why don't you tell the truth? You know that Henfrey shot her!"
"I tell you I know nothing," retorted the old man. "Why do you come here and disturb me?" he added peevishly.
"Because I want to know the truth," Benton answered. "And I mean to!"
"Go away!" snapped the wilful old fellow. "I've done with you all--all the crowd of you!"
"Ah!" laughed Benton. "Then you forget the little matter of the man Morel--eh? That is not forgotten by the police, remember!"
"And if you said a word to them, Signor Benton, then you would implicate yourself," the old man growled. Seeing hostility in the Englishman's attitude he instantly resented it.
"Probably. But as I have no intention of giving you away, my dear Giulio, I do not think we need discuss it. What I am anxious to do is to establish the guilt--or the innocence--of Hugh Henfrey," he went on.
"No doubt. You have reason for establishing his guilt--eh?"
"No. Reasons for establishing his innocence."
"For your own ends, Signor Benton," was the shrewd old man's reply.
"At one time there was a suspicion that you yourself had fired at Mademoiselle."
"What!" gasped the old man, his countenance changing instantly. "Who says that?" he asked angrily.
"The police were suspicious, I believe. And as far as I can gather they are not yet altogether satisfied."
"Ah!" growled the old Italian in a changed voice. "They will have to prove it!"
"Well, they declare that the shot was fired by either one or the other of you," Benton said, much surprised at the curious effect the allegation had upon the old fellow.
"So they think that if the Signorino Henfrey is innocent I am guilty of the murderous attack--eh?"
Benton nodded.
"But they are seeking to arrest the signorino!" remarked the Italian.
"Yes. That is why I am here--to establish his innocence."