"So, so; the bird had nearly flown from us," said Petro, as he read
this epistle. "Here's a plot; and if I do not so counter-plot as to
render it of no avail, other than for the furtherance of ny own
design, then I am no man. It is well that I took this matter in hand
at this time. A day-nay, an hour later might have been too late.
Singular coincidence that should have brought me to the place and
the subject at the most opportune moment. Little does this fellow
think of the rod that is in pickle for him. But I will be even with
him. I will not sleep while he pursues the game; vigilance alone
must gain me my object. No, no, Signor Artist, you cannot thus pluck
this beautiful flower unchallenged; you are observed, and your
object is understood, Scheming requires counter-scheming; and you
shall have that to your heart's content. Italy against America, by
the virgin; but we will make this a national quarrel, if it be
necessary."

He gazed upon the letter thoughtfully for some moments.

"Let me see," he continued, "this is not a very difficult hand to
imitate." And he commenced to write different words and form
capitals after the style of Florinda's note. "I think I can do it,"
he said at length. "But the seal-how shall I manage that? Stay, I
can use this same one with a little care. Capital!" he exclaimed.
"I'll have this business all in my own hands." And Petro Giampetti
laughed outright at the prospect of his success in this vile plot
against his cousin.

Petro was an expert and practical penman, being, as we have said,
private secretary to his uncle, Signor Latrezzi; and thus being
quite an expert in the use of the pen, he was the more easily able