Ramiro drank again, then sat with the letter before him in the light of the single taper I had left burning.

Presently he grew sleepy.
He shook himself and drank again.

Then again he sat conning his epistle, and thus I left him and came hither in quest of you." There followed a pause.
"Well ?" I asked at length.

"What is it you would have me do?
Stab him as he sleeps ?" He shook his head.

"That were too sweet and sudden a death for him.