My only hope rested upon procuring succour from Strasbourg: At this I resolved to try; and should an opportunity offer of warning Don Alphonso of his danger unobserved, I was determined to seize it with avidity.

By Baptiste's orders I went upstairs to make the Stranger's Bed: I spread upon it Sheets in which a Traveller had been murdered but a few nights before, and which still were stained with blood.

I hoped that these marks would not escape the vigilance of our Guest, and that He would collect from them the designs of my perfidious Husband.

Neither was this the only step which I took to preserve the Stranger.

Theodore was confined to his bed by illness.