ld mobilize and move in。 Blood would be up； and he'd meet immediate resistance。 By the time they reached her 。 。 。 God； she didn't have ten minutes； she didn't even have five。
The only one who could control this crowd was Buck； and he was in his tent。
She backed up； turning in a slow circle。 The crowd was so thick she couldn't even see his tent anymore。 And she was being pushed away from it； as if the crowd wanted to keep the unpleasantness of what was to e away from him。 Taunts and chanting rose from all sides。
She searched her mind desperately for something useful from her training。 Crowd psychology was something that interested her； especially after the Wisher Riots a few years back。 Problem was； an angry crowd did not behave like a normal human being。 A crowd did not respond to the cues of body language。 A crowd did not listen to anything except itself。 You could not reason with a crowd。 A crowd would enthusiastically mit an act of violence no single member would normally condone。
〃Centurion！〃 Todd had taken another step forward； emboldened； the crowd consolidating behind him。 Hysterically angry。 They weren't going to hurt her…they were going to kill her。
〃Buck！〃 she shouted； turning； but it was hopeless； he couldn't hear over the taunts of the crowd。
She faced them again。 〃You call yourselves Christians？〃 she screamed。 〃Look at you！〃
Wrong move。 It just pushed their anger up a notch。 But it was all she had left。
〃Ever heard of turning the other cheek？ Loving thy neighbor…〃
〃Blasphemer！〃 Todd shook his rock； the crowd flowing with him。
She was really frightened now。 She took a step back； felt herself shoved from behind。 Her voice cracked。 〃In the Bible； it says…〃
〃She's blaspheming the Bible！〃
〃You hear her？〃
〃Shut her up！〃
A dead end。Hayward knew she was out of time。 She had to figure out something before the stones came raining down。 Once the first was thrown； it wouldn't stop until it was over。
The problem was； she'd exhausted all her options。 There was nothing left to do。
Nothing。
77
At five minutes to nine； D'Agosta turned from the window tosee Pendergast rising calmly from the sofa； where he had been lying motionless for the past half hour。 Earlier； the agent had established he could open the door with his lock…picking tools； but he seemed uninterested in exploring； so he'd relocked it and they had waited。
〃Good nap？〃 He wondered how Pendergast could sleep at a time like this。 He felt so keyed up it seemed he'd never be able to sleep again。
〃I wasn't napping； Vincent…I was thinking。〃
〃Yeah。 So was I。 Like how are we going to get out of this place？〃
〃Surely you don't think I have brought us in here without a well…conceived plan of departure？ And if my plan does not work； I am a great believer in improvisation。〃
〃Improvisation？ I don't like the sound of that。〃
〃These old castles are full of holes。 One way or another we'll escape with the evidence we need and return with reinforcements。 Reinforcements that will only be convinced by the evidence。 ing here； Vincent；was our only option…aside from giving up。〃
〃That's not an option in my book。〃
〃Nor in mine。〃
There was a knock at the door。 It opened and Pinketts stood there； in full livery。 D'Agosta's hand drifted toward his service piece。
Pinketts gave a slight bow and said； in his plummy English； 〃Dinner is served。〃
They followed him back down the staircase and through a series of rooms and passageways to the diningsalotto 。 It was a cheerful space； painted yellow； with a high vaulted ceiling。 The table had been laid with silver and plate； an arrangement of fresh roses in the middle。 There were three places set。
Fosco was standing at the far end of the room； where a small fire burned in the grate of an enormous stone fireplace； surmounted with a carved coat of arms。 He turned quickly； a little white mouse scampering over his fat hand and running up his sleeve。
〃Wele。〃 He put the mouse away in a small wire pagoda。 〃Mr。 Pendergast； you will sit here； on my right； Mr。 D'Agosta on my left； if you please。〃
D'Agosta seated himself； edging his chair away from Fosco。 The count had always given him the creeps； now he could hardly stand to be in the same room。 The man was a fiend。
〃A littleprosecco ？ It is my own。〃
Both men shook their heads。 Fosco shrugged。 Pinketts filled his glass with the wine； and the count raised it。
〃To the Stormcloud；〃 he said。 〃Pity you can't toast。 Have some water； at least。〃
〃Sergeant D'Agosta and I are abstaining tonight；〃 replied Pendergast。
〃I have prepared a marvelous repast。〃 He drained the glass and； on cue； Pinketts brought out a platter heaped with what looked to D'Agosta like cold cuts。
〃Affettati misti toscani；〃said Fosco。 〃Prosciutto from boar taken on the estate； shot by myself； in fact。 Won't you try some？Finocchiona andsoprassata ； also from the estate。〃
〃No； thank you。〃
〃Mr。 D'Agosta？〃
D'Agosta didn't answer。
〃Pity we don't have a dwarf handy to taste the food。 I so dislike eating alone。〃
Pendergast leaned forward。 〃Shall we leave the dinner aside； Fosco； and settle the business at hand？ Sergeant D'Agosta and I cannot stay the night。〃
〃But I insist。〃
〃Your insistence means nothing。 We will go when we choose。〃
〃You will not be leaving…tonight； or any other night； for that matter。 I suggest you eat。 It will be your last meal。 Don't worry； it isn't poisoned。 I have a much cleverer fate in mind for you both。〃
This was greeted by silence。
Pinketts came and poured a glass of red wine。 The count swirled it in his glass； tasted it； nodded。 Then he looked at Pendergast。 〃When did you realize it was me？〃
Pendergast's reply； when it came； was slow。 〃I found a fragment of horsehair at the site of Bullard's murder。 I knew it came from a violin bow。 At that point； I recalled the name of Bullard's boat： theStormcloud 。 It all came together： I realized then that this case was merely a sordid attempt at theft through murder and intimidation。 My thoughts naturally turned to you…although I'd long been sure the business went beyond Bullard。〃
〃Clever。 I didn't expect you to put it together so quickly…hence the unseemly rush to kill the old priest。 I regret that more than I can say。 It was unnecessary； stupid。 I had a momentary panic。〃
〃'Unnecessary'？〃 snapped D'Agosta。 〃'Stupid'？ We're talking about murdering another human being here。〃
〃Spare me the moral absolutism。〃 Fosco sipped his wine； folded a piece of prosciutto onto his fork； ate it； recovered his good humor。 He glanced back at Pendergast。 〃As for me； I knew you were going to be a problem within five minutes of encountering you。 Who'd have expected a man like you would go into law enforcement？〃
When he didn't receive an answer； he raised his glass in another toast。 〃From the very first time I met you； I knew that I would have to kill you。 And here we are。〃
He took a sip； set down the glass。 〃I had hoped that idiot Bullard would pull it off。 But； of course； he failed。〃
〃You put him up to that； naturally。〃
〃Let us just say that； in his frightened condition； he was susceptible to suggestion。 And so now it is left to me。 But first； don't you think you should congratulate me on a beautifully executed plan？ I extracted the violin from Bullard。 And as you know well； Mr。 Pendergast； there are no witnesses or physical evidence to connect me to the murders。〃
〃You have the violin。 Bullard once had it。 That can be established beyond the shadow of a doubt。〃
〃It belongs to the Fosco family by legal right。 I still have the bill of sale； signed by Antonio Stradivari himself； and the chain of ownership is beyond question。 A suitable period will pass following Bullard's death； then the violin will surface in Rome。 I've planned it down to the last detail。 I will make my claim； pay a small reward to the lucky shopkeeper； and it will e to me free and clear。 Bullard told no one why he needed to remove the violin from his laboratory； not even the people at his pany。 How could he？〃 Fosco issued a dry chuckle。 〃So you see； there is nothing； Mr。 Pendergast； no evidence at all against me。 But then； I have always been a most fortunate man in such matters。〃 He bit off a piece of bread。 〃For example； there is an extraordinary coincidence at the very heart of this affair。 Do you know what it is？〃
〃I can guess。〃
〃On October 31； 1974； in the early afternoon； while on my way out of the Biblioteca Nazionale； I ran into a group of callow American students。 You know the type…they throng Florence all year long。 It was the afternoon of All Hallows' Eve…Halloween to them； of course…and they'd been drinking to excess。 I was young and callow myself； and I found them so astonishingly vulgar that they amused me。 We fell in for the moment。 At some point； one of the students…Jeremy Grove to be precise…went on a tear about religion； about God being rubbish for the weak mind； that sort of thing。 The sheer arrogance of it annoyed me。 I said that I couldn't speak on the existence of God； but I did know one thing： that the devil existed。〃
Fosco laughed silently； his capacious front shaking。
〃They all roundly den