Well, Ferruci is dead, and I am in jail, so we have paid in full for our wickedness.
"I had no idea of getting rid of Vrain until one day Ferruci took me aside and told me that he had found Vrain at Salisbury.

He stated that the man was still taking morphia, but in spite of his excesses had so strong a constitution that it appeared he would live for many years.

The Count then said that he loved Lydia dearer than life, and wished to marry her if Vrain could be got out of the way.

I cried out against murder being done, as I never entertained such an idea for a moment; but Ferruci denied that he wished to harm the man.

He wanted him put away in a lunatic asylum, and when I asked him how even then he could marry Lydia, he suggested his scheme of substituting a sickly and dying man for Vrain.