Chapter Nine
Adrianna had a visitor, an art dealer from Lyon who was in Venice to purchase paintings. Her face became increasingly grave as she heard that he was obliging Alix by making this call. Once when they were alone together, Marietta had told her of her romance with the young Frenchman.
“So, Monsieur Blanchard,” she said, “you say that Alix sent letters to Marietta through my name to the Savoni mask-shop. I assure you I never received them or I would have handed them over to her immediately.”
“Alix was sure of that. It’s why I inquired as to where I might locate your private address, because Alix became certain the mask-shop had changed hands and that a lack of any correspondence from Marietta meant she had received none from him.” Monsieur Blanchard shrugged wryly. “Since you k
