"Do you happen
to know anything about the condition of that part of the palace?"
"Most people," Sassi replied, "have now forgotten that a good deal of
work was done there long ago, under Pope Gregory Sixteenth."
"Indeed? I did not know that. What was the result?"
"The workmen came across the 'lost water.' It rose suddenly one day
and one of them was drowned. I believe his body was never recovered.
Everything was filled in again after that. For my own part I do not
think the building is in any danger."
"Perhaps not," said Malipieri, suddenly looking bored. "I only carry
out the Senator's wishes," he added, as if with an afterthought. "It
is my business to find out whether there is danger or not."
He took his leave and went away, convinced that the old agent knew
about other things besides Sabina's friendless condition, but
unwilling to question him just then. The information Sassi had
volunteered was interesting but not useful. Malipieri thought he
himself knew well enough where the "lost water" was, under the Palazzo
Conti.
It was not far from Sassi's house to the palace, but he walked very
slowly through the narrow streets, and stopped more than once,
deliberately looking back, as if he were trying to keep the exact
direction of some point in his mind, and he seemed interested in the
gutters, and in the walls, at their base, just above the pavement.
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