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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

him to his word?" 

 

"Dead, I think," broke in Bernaldez, who knew his danger as the partner 

and relative of Castell, and the nominal owner of the ship _Margaret_ in 

which it was purposed that he should escape. "We know all that he can 

tell, and if we let him go he will betray us soon or late. Kill him out 

of the way, I say, and burn his body in the oven." 

 

Now Henriques fell upon his knees, and with groans and tears began to 

implore mercy. 

 

"Why do you complain so?" asked Inez, watching him with reflective eyes. 

"The end would be much gentler than that which you righteous folk mete 

out to many more honest men, yes, and women too. For my part, I think 

that the Senor Bernaldez gives good counsel. Better that you should 

die, who are but one, than all of us and others, for you will understand 

that we cannot trust you. Has any one got a rope?" 

 

Now Henriques grovelled on the ground before her, kissing the hem of her 

robe, and praying her in the name of all the saints to show pity on one 

who had been betrayed into this danger by love of her. 

 

"Of money you mean, Toad," she answered, kicking him with her slippered 

foot. "I had to listen to your talk of love while we journeyed together, 

and before, but here I need not, and if you speak of it again you shall 

go living into that baker's oven. Oh! you have forgotten it, but I have 

a long score to settle with you. You were a familiar of the Holy Office 

here at Seville--were you not?--before Morella promoted you to Motril 

for your zeal, and made you one of his chaplains? Well, I had a sister," 

And she knelt down and whispered a name into his ear. 

 

He uttered a sound--it was more of a scream than a gasp. 

 

"I had nothing to do with her death," he protested. "She was brought 

within the walls of the Holy House by some one who had a grudge against 

her and bore false witness." 

 

"Yes, I know. It was you who had the grudge, you snake-souled rogue, and 

it was you who gave the false witness. It was you, also, who but the 

other day volunteered the corroborative evidence that was necessary 

against Castell, saying that he had passed the Rood at your house in 

Motril without doing it reverence, and other things. It was you, too, 

who urged your superiors to put him to the question, because you said he 

was rich and had rich friends, and much money could be wrung out of him 

and them, whereof you were to get your share. Oh! yes, my information is 


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