约翰叔叔与绑匪一家共进了午餐。坐在首席的土匪头子的母亲行为相当古怪，众随从都十分拘谨。餐后绑匪告知费雷尔的父亲车祸身亡，他继承了财产，费雷尔悲痛离席，他的身份更加扑朔迷离。约翰还发现塔托是个女孩。
"Good morning，Count，"said Uncle John，cheerfully.The other stared at him astonished.
"Good heavens！Have they got you，too？"he exclaimed.
"Why，I'm visiting his excellency，Il Duca，if that's what you mean，"replied Mr.Merrick."But whether he's got me，or I've got him，I haven't yet decided."The young man's jaw was tied in a bandage and one of his eyes was black and discolored.He looked agitated and miserable.
"Sir，you are in grave danger；we are both in gravedanger，"he announced，"unless we choose to submit to being robbed by this rascally brigand.""Then，"observed Uncle John，"let's submit.""Never！Not in a thousand years！"cried Ferralti，wildly.And then this singular young man sank into a chair and burst into tears.
Uncle John was puzzled.The slender youth—for he wasbut a youth in spite of his thin moustaches—exhibited a queer combination of courage and weakness；but somehow Uncle John liked him better at that moment than he ever had before.Perhaps because he now realized he had unjustly suspected him.
"You seem to have been hurt，Count，"he remarked."Why，I was foolish enough to struggle，and that bruteTommaso pounded me，"was the reply."You were wise to offer no resistance，sir.""As for that，I hadn't a choice，"said Uncle John，smiling."When did they get you，Ferralti？""Last evening.I walked in the garden of the hotel and they threw a sack over my head.I resisted and tried to cry out.They beat me until I was insensible and then brought me here，together with my travelling cases，which they removed from my room to convey the impression that I had gone awayvoluntarily.When I awakened from my swoona I was in this room，with the doctor bending over me.""The doctor？""Oh，they have a doctor in this accursedb den，as well as a priest and a lawyer.The Duke entreated my pardon.He will punish his men for abusing me.But he holds me a safe prisoner，just the same.""Why？""He wants a ransom.He will force me to purchase an ancient brass candlestick for ？fty thousand lira."Uncle John looked at his companion thoughtfully.
"Tell me，Count Ferralti，"he said，"who you really are.I had believed you were Il Duca's accomplicec，until now.But if he has trapped you，and demands a ransom，it is because you are a person of some consequence，and able to pay.May I not know as much about your position in life as does this brigand duke？"The young man hesitated.Then he spread out his hands with an appealing gesture and said：
"Not yet，Mr.Merrick ！Do not press me now，I implore you.Perhaps I have done wrong to try to deceive you，but in good time I will explain everything，and then you will understand me better.""You are no count.""That is true，Mr.Merrick.""You are not even an Italian.""That is but partly true，sir.""You have seen ？t to deceive us by—"Tommaso threw wide the door.
"Il dejunééservito ，"he said gruf？y.
"What does that mean？"asked Uncle John."Luncheon is ready.Shall we go down？""Yes；I'm hungry."They followed the man to the lower floor，where he ushered them into a low，cool room where a long table was set.The walls were whitewashed and bore some religious prints，gaudilya colored.A white cloth covered the table，which was well furnished with modern crockery and glass，and antique silverware.
At the head of the table were two throne—like chairs，oneslightly larger and more elevated than the other.In the more important seat was a withered old woman with a face like thatof a mummy，except that it was supplied with two small but piercing jet eyes that seemed very much alive as they turned shrewdly upon the strangers.She was the only one of the company they found seated.The Duke stood behind the smaller chair beside her，and motioned the Americans to occupy two places at the side of the table next him.Opposite them，in the places adjoining the elevated dais，were two remarkable individuals whom Uncle John saw for the ？rst time.One was a Cappuccin monk，with shaven crown and coarse cassocka fastened at the waist by a cord.He was blind in one eye and the lid of the other drooped so as to expose only a thin slit.Fat，awkward and unkemptb，he stood holding to the back of his chair and swaying slightly from side to side.Next to him was a dandi？edc appearing man who was very slight and thin of form but affected the dress and manners of extreme youth.Ferralti whispered to Uncle John that this was the doctor.
The table dropped a step in heighthd from these places，and the balance of its length was occupied by several stalwarte Sicilians，clothed in ordinary peasant costume，and a few silent，heavy—featured women.Tato was not present.
"Signori，"said the Duke to the Americans，"allow me to present you to my mother，the head of our illustriousffamily；one who is known，admired and feared throughout Sicily as her Excellenza la Duchessa d'Alcanta."With the words the Duke bowed low to the old woman.Uncle John and Ferralti also bowed low.The lines of servitors humbly bent themselves double.But the Duchessa made no acknowledgment.Her bead like eyes searched the faces of the"guests"with disconcerting boldness，and then dropped to herplate.
At this signal the fat priest mumbled a blessing upon the food，the Duke waved his hand，and all the company became seated.
Uncle John felt as if he were taking part in a comic opera，and enjoyed the scene immensely.But now his attention was distracted by the stewards bringing in steaming platters of macaroni and stewed mutton，from which they ？rst served the Duchessa，and then the Duke，and afterward the guests.The servants waited hungry—eyed until these formalitiesa were completed，and then swept the platters clean and ate ravenouslyb.
