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HOW PETER MET THE SPANIARD
JOHN CASTELL
PETER GATHERS VIOLETS
LOVERS DEAR
CASTELL'S SECRET
FAREWELL
NEWS FROM SPAIN
D'AGUILAR SPEAKS
THE SNARE
THE CHASE
THE MEETING ON THE SEA
FATHER HENRIQUES
THE ADVENTURE OF THE INN
INEZ AND HER GARDEN
PETER PLAYS A PART
BETTY SHOWS HER TEETH
THE PLOT
THE HOLY HERMANDAD
BETTY PAYS HER DEBTS
ISABELLA OF SPAIN
BETTY STATES HER CASE
THE DOOM OF JOHN CASTELL
FATHER HENRIQUES AND THE BAKER'S OVEN
THE FALCON STOOPS
HOW THE _MARGARET_ WON OUT TO SEA
ENVOI

death--death as slow and cruel as we can make it. There are two 

Inquisitions in Spain, holy Father; but one of them does its business in 

the dark, and your name is on its ledger." 

 

Now Henriques was very frightened, as well he might be with all those 

eyes glaring at him. 

 

"You need fear nothing," he said, "I know the devilish power of your 

league too well, and that, if I kill you all, a hundred others I have 

never seen or heard of would dog me to my death, who have taken your 

accursed money." 

 

"I am glad that you understand at last, dear friend," said the soft, 

mocking voice of Inez, who stood behind the monk like an evil genius, 

and again tapped him affectionately on the shoulder, this time with the 

bare blade of a poniard. "Now be quick with that plan of yours. It grows 

late, and all holy people should be abed." 

 

"I have none. I defy you," he answered furiously. 

 

"Very well, friend--very well; then I will say good night, or rather 

farewell, since I am not likely to meet you again in this world." 

"Where are you going?" he asked anxiously. 

 

"Oh! to the palace to meet the Marquis of Morella and a friend of his, a 

relation indeed. Look you here. I have had an offer of pardon for my 

part in that marriage if I can prove that a certain base priest knew 

that he was perpetrating a fraud. Well, I _can_ prove it--you may 

remember that you wrote me a note--and, if I do, what happens to such a 

priest who chances to have incurred the hatred of a grandee of Spain and 

of his noble relation?" 

 

"I am an officer of the Holy Inquisition; no one dare touch me," he 

gasped. 

 

"Oh! I think that there are some who would take the risk. For 

instance--the king." 

 

Fray Henriques sank back in his chair. Now he understood whom Inez meant 

by the noble relative of Morella, understood also that he had been 

trapped. "On Sunday morning," he began in a hollow whisper, "the 

procession will be formed, and wind through the streets of the city to 

the theatre, where the sermon will be preached before those who are 

relaxed proceed to the Quemadero. About eight o'clock it turns on to the 

quay for a little way only, and here will be but few spectators, since 

the view of the pageant is bad, nor is the road guarded there. Now, if a 

dozen determined men were waiting disguised as peasants with a boat at 

hand, perhaps they might----" and he paused. 

 

Then Peter, who had been watching and listening to all this play, spoke 

for the first time, asking: 

 


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