I ran with all my speed."

"It was I who called," said Holmes.

"You! How could you call?"

"Your cipher was not difficult, madam. Your presence here was
desirable. I knew that I had only to flash 'Vieni' and you would
surely come."

The beautiful Italian looked with awe at my companion.

"I do not understand how you know these things," she said.
"Giuseppe Gorgiano--how did he--" She paused, and then suddenly
her face lit up with pride and delight. "Now I see it! My
Gennaro! My splendid, beautiful Gennaro, who has guarded me safe
from all harm, he did it, with his own strong hand he killed the
monster! Oh, Gennaro, how wonderful you are! What woman could
every be worthy of such a man?"

"Well, Mrs. Lucca," said the prosaic Gregson, laying his hand
upon the lady's sleeve with as little sentiment as if she were a
Notting Hill hooligan, "I am not very clear yet who you are or
what you are; but you've said enough to make it very clear that
we shall want you at the Yard."

"One moment, Gregson," said Holmes. "I rather fancy that this
lady may be as anxious to give us information as we can be to get
it. You understand, madam, that your husband will be arrested
and tried for the death of the man who lies before us? What you