Publisher's Synopsis
THE train had been greatly delayed during the night between Pisa and Civita Vecchia, and it was close upon nine o‟clock in the morning when, after a fatiguing journey of twenty-five hours‟ duration, Abbe Pierre Froment at last re-ached Rome. He had brought only a valise with him, and, springing hastily out of the railway carriage amidst the scramble of the arrival, he brushed the eager porters aside, intent on carrying his trifling luggage himself, so anxious was he to reach his destination, to be alone, and look around him. And almost immediately, on the Piazza dei Cinquecen-to, in front of the railway station, he climbed into one of the small open cabs ranged alongside the footwalk, and placed the valise near him after giving the driver this address: "Via Giulia, Palazzo Boccanera." ** Boccanera mansion, Julia Street
