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With the rosy dawn rising behind the over the white road which led through Pegli and Cornigliano, with their wealth of olives and palms, into the industrial suburbs of old-world Genoa Then, passing around by the port, the driver turned the car up past Palazzo Doria and along that street of fifteenth-century palaces, the Via Garibaldi, into the little piazza in front of the Annunziata Church

There he pulled up after a run of two hours fros, ot out, the ht of day, exclainore But first I have certain instructions to give you, namely, that you remain for the present in a house in the Via della Maddalena to which I shall take you The man and the woman there you can trust It will be as well not to walk about in the daytiht, and then by the best et to Brussels There you will receive letters at the Poste Restante in the name of Godfrey Brown That, indeed, is the nae!" relanced at the forbidding-looking chauffeur and the dust-covered car

"I agree, signore," the ain and I will drive to the Via della Maddalena"

Five minutes later the car pulled up at the end of a narrow stuffy ancient street of high houses with closed wooden shutters Fro in the wind, for the neighbourhood was certainly a poverty-stricken one

The place did not appeal to Hugh in the least He, however, recollected that he was about to hide froh it was only just after dawn, Genoa was already agog with life andthe car, thethe street, where wo to each other fro salutations, until they came to an entrance over which there was an old blue majolica Madonna The house had no outer door, but at the end of the passage was a flight of stone steps leading up to the five storeys above

At the third flight Hugh's conductor paused, and finding a piece of cord protruding froht tinkle was heard within, and a few moments later the sound of wooden shoes was heard upon the tiles inside