“Let’s go into the dining-room. We shall be alone there.”
“It would be better to talk in your room.”
“No, there is no one here. Besides, I have to eat breakfast. Will you join me?”
“No, thanks,” said the monk.
Cæsar remembered having seen that face in the Altemps palace. He was doubtless one of the domestic monks who had been with the Abbé Preciozi.
The waiter came bringing Cæsar’s breakfast. “Will you tell me what it is?” said Cæsar to the ecclesiastic, while he filled his cup.
The monk waited until the waiter was gone, and then said in a hard voice:
“His Eminence the Cardinal sent me to bid you not to present yourself anywhere again, giving his name.”
“What? What does this mean?” asked Cæsar, calmly.
“It means that His Eminence has found out about your intrigues and machinations.”