In all events I will wait for you this evening at the factory, and besides the two crowns, I will give you a whole bottle of Malmsey." "Agreed," said Julio; "I will do my best to please you." He descended the staircase, and when he reached the room where the horrible murder had been committed, he stood for a moment with his arms folded.

He turned pale and shook his head compassionately.
The poor Geronimo was extended in the chair, with his eyes closed.

His head had fallen on the arm of the chair; his two hands were joined, as if in prayer for his cruel murderer.

His garments were saturated with blood, and his feet rested in a pool of blood.

There was a large wound in his neck and another in his breast; his face was not in the least stained, and although it was covered by the pallor of death, his countenance wore a sweet, tranquil expression, as though he had gently fallen asleep.
"Poor Signor Geronimo!" said Julio, sighing heavily.