The Count had lighted a cigarette and now leant against the window which opened on to the heavily barred balcony overlooking the Calle San Gregorio.
"Four nights ago," he said, "at about midnight, Francisco de Mogente returned secretly to Saragossa.

I think he was coming to this house; but we shall never know that.

No one knew he was coming--not even Juanita." The Count glanced at his son only long enough to note the passage of a sort of shadow across his dark eyes at the mention of the schoolgirl's name.
"Francisco was attacked in the street down there, at the corner of the Calle San Gregorio, and was killed," he concluded.
Marcos rose and crossed the room towards the window.

He was, it appeared, an eminently practical man, and desired to see the exact spot where Mogente had fallen before the story went any farther.

Perro went so far as to push his plebeian head through the bars and look down into the street.