Souls in Torment It was about seven o'clock in the morning when Fray Salvi finished celebrating his last mass, having offered up three in the space of an hour.

"The padre is ill," commented the pious women.

"He doesn't move about with his usual slowness and elegance of manner." He took off his vestments without the least comment, without saying a word or looking at any one.

"Attention!" whispered the sacristans among themselves.

"The devil's to pay! It's going to rain fines, and all on account of those two brothers." He left the sacristy to go up into the rectory, in the hallway of which there awaited him some seven or eight women seated upon benches and a man who was pacing back and forth.