ocuments； formulas； and manuscripts。 You abused that trust； in particular on October 31； 1974； when you went through a mock ceremony using those same instruments to frighten a group of American students。 Then you pounded it with these killings。〃
The paleness had given way to mottled fury。 〃Pendergast； this is absurd。〃
〃You know better than I it is not。 You belong to this secret society by virtue of your title。 You had no choice in the matter： you were born into it。 You didn't take it seriously as a young man； you thought it a joke。 Only years later did you realize the severity of that mistake。〃
〃This is all bluster； a poor attempt to save your own skin。〃
〃It's your skin you should be concerned about。 You know what awaits those who break the society's seal of silence。 Remember what happened to the marchese Meucci？ The ten men who head the itatus have enormous money； power； and reach。 They will find you； Fosco…you know that。〃
Fosco said nothing； simply staring back at Pendergast。
〃As I said； I will give you your life back by retrieving that letter…but only after I have received your signed confession and escorted you to the carabinieri headquarters。 The violin you may keep。 It is yours； after all。 A fair deal； when you consider it。〃
Fosco tore open the letter with a fat hand and began to read。 After a moment； he paused and looked up。 〃This is infamy！〃
Pendergast merely watched as Fosco returned his attention to the document； hands visibly shaking。
D'Agosta observed this interchange with growing prehension。 Now he understood the purpose of Pendergast's stop that morning； a stop he had referred to as 〃insurance。〃 He had been depositing the copy of his letter with this Prince Maffei。 How Pendergast had put all this together； and exactly what it meant； D'Agosta didn't know。 No doubt he would learn in time。 But his overwhelming feeling was one of relief。 Once again； Pendergast had saved their asses。
The count lowered the document abruptly。 His face had gone white。
〃How did you know this？ Someone must have already broken the seal of the itatus！ Someone else must pay； not me！〃
〃I learned it from you； and nobody else。 That is all you need to know。〃
Fosco appeared to be struggling to master himself。 He placed the letter on the table； faced Pendergast。 〃Very well。 I had expected a strong opening move； but this one does you credit。 Twenty…four hours； you say？ Pinketts will escort you back to your rooms while I consider my riposte。〃
〃No fucking way；〃 said D'Agosta。 〃We're leaving。 You can telephone our hotel when you're ready to hand over the confession。〃 He glanced at Pinketts； who had his gun trained on them； the muzzle moving back and forth。 D'Agosta figured the chances were pretty good that…if he timed it right…he could put a bullet in Pinketts before the man could react。
〃You will go to your quarters and await my answer；〃 the count said imperiously。
When nobody moved； he gave an almost imperceptible nod to Pinketts。
All it took was a faint movement in the man's hand； and D'Agosta had dropped； rolled； and fired in one smooth； endlessly practiced move。 Without even a cry； Pinketts staggered back against the wall； Beretta still in hand； firing once above their heads。 D'Agosta rose to his knee and fired two more shots。 Pinketts jerked； the gun skidded across the floor； ing to rest in a corner。 Pendergast had his own gun out and was now aiming at the count。
Slowly； Fosco raised his hands。
Suddenly； men appeared in the doorways leading out of the dining room： rough…looking men in peasant dress； guns in hand； faces set。 They came in orderly； deliberately； without haste； sure of themselves。 In a moment； more than half a dozen had entered； guns aimed at Pendergast and D'Agosta。
There was a long silence； interrupted only by a long； gargling rattle from Pinketts that wheezed off into silence。
Fosco's hands were still raised。 〃We seem to be at a standoff；〃 he said。 〃How very theatrical。 You kill me； my men kill you。〃 Though the words sounded light； they held a harsh； chill undertone。
〃Let us walk out of here；〃 said D'Agosta。 〃And nobody'll get killed。〃
〃You've already killed Pinketts；〃 Fosco replied crisply。 〃Here you are； the man who dared lecture me on the sanctity of human life。 Pinketts； who was my best and most loyal servant。〃
D'Agosta took a step toward the count。
〃Agent Pendergast！〃 Fosco said； turning and raising his voice。 〃A moment's reflection will show you this is a game you cannot win。 At the count of three； I will order D'Agosta killed。 I will die too； at your hand。You ； on the other hand； will live to ponder how you brought death to your partner。 You know me well enough to know it's not a bluff。 Youwill lay down the gun…because you have theletter 。〃
He paused。 〃One。〃
〃It's a bluff！〃 D'Agosta shouted。 〃Don't fall for it！〃
〃Two。〃
Pendergast laid down his weapon。
The count paused again； hands still in the air。 〃Now； Mr。 D'Agosta； you haven't put downyour gun。 Do I need to say that last number； or can you understand the situation has gone against you？ Even with your remarkable marksmanship； you will not succeed in dropping more than one or two of my men before you are sent back to your Maker。〃
D'Agosta slowly lowered his gun。 He still had a second strapped to his leg； and he knew Pendergast had one； too。 The game was not over by a long shot。 And they still had the letter。
Fosco looked from one to the other； eyes glittering。 〃Very well。 My men will escort you to your rooms while I consider your offer。〃
80
Dawn was finally breaking through the tiny windows of thekeep when Pendergast emerged from his room。 D'Agosta； sitting by the fire； grunted an acknowledgment。 He had spent the night tossing restlessly； unable to sleep； but Pendergast seemed to have had no difficulty。
〃Excellent fire； Vincent；〃 he said； smoothing the front of his suit and taking a seat nearby。 〃I find these fall mornings a bit chilly。〃
D'Agosta gave the fire a savage poke。 〃Nice sleep？〃
〃The bed was an abomination。 Otherwise； passable； thank you。〃
D'Agosta heaved on another log。 He hated all this waiting； this not knowing； and was unable to pletely suppress his irritation at Pendergast's going directly to his room the night before without a satisfactory explanation。
〃How did you know about that secret society business； anyway？〃 he asked a little gruffly。 〃I've seen you pull a rabbit out of a hat before； but this one took the cake。〃
〃What a delightful mixed metaphor。 I had a suspicion that Fosco was involved in some way or another； even before I found the horsehair from the Stormcloud at the site of Bullard's killing。〃
〃When did you first suspect him？〃
〃You recall the associate I mentioned； Mime？ I had him perform Internet background checks on the recent activities of all who were at Grove's last party。 His research eventually picked up the fact that； six months ago； Fosco quietly purchased a rare seventeenth…century Florentine cross from an antique dealer on the Via Maggio。〃
〃The one he gave Grove？〃
〃Exactly。 And recall the count himself was careful to point out to me that； had Grove lived only one more day； he would have been forty million dollars richer。〃
〃Yeah。 Anytime someone volunteers an alibi； something's fishy。〃
〃The count's Achilles' heel is his volubility。〃
〃Thatand his big mouth。〃
〃I began to search for weaknesses in the count。 He was clearly a dangerous man； and I felt we needed every advantage we could get…just in case。 You may recall the ment of thecolonnello 's； back at his barracks； about secret societies。 He said the Florentine nobility was 'rife with them。' I began to wonder if Fosco belonged to such a secret society； and if so； whether it might be used against him in some way。 The Florentine nobility are among the oldest in Europe…their lineages go back to the 1200s。 Most of their ancient titles are associated with various arcane orders and guilds； some going as far back as the Crusades。 Most have secret documents； rites； and so forth。 The Knights Templars； the Black Gonfaloniers； the Cavaliers of the Rose…there are many others。〃
D'Agosta nodded silently。