When I admired them, he admitted rather reluctantly
that he had made them, and other things which you have in your house."
Beroviero gravely nodded his assent to the statement.
"I asked him to make me something," Giovanni went on to say, "but he
told me that he had no white glass in the furnace, and that what was
there was the result of your experiments."
Again Beroviero bent his head.
"So I asked him to bring his blow-pipe to the main furnace room, where
they were still working at that time, and we went there together. He at
once made a very beautiful piece, and was just finishing it when a bad
accident happened to him. Another man let his blow-pipe fly from his
hand and it fell upon Zorzi's foot with a large lump of hot glass."
Beroviero looked keenly at Giovanni.
"You know as well as I that it could not have been an accident," he
said. "It was done out of spite."
"That may be," replied Giovanni, "for the men do not like him, as you
know. But Zorzi accepted it as being an accident, and said so. He was
badly hurt, and is still lame. Nella dressed the wound, and then
Marietta came with her."
"Are you sure Marietta came here?" asked Beroviero, growing paler.
"Quite sure. They were on their way here together early in the morning
when I stopped them, and asked Marietta where she was going, and she
boldly said she was going to see Zorzi.
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