etc., etc.

When asked what had become of the witches, he only pointed his finger silently to the ground, then voiced calmly a moral reflection: "The passion for gold is pitiless in the very old, senor," he said.

"No doubt in former days they have put many a solitary traveller to sleep in the archbishop's bed." "There was also a gipsy girl there," said Byrne feebly from the improvised litter on which he was being carried to the coast by a squad of guerilleros.
"It was she who winched up that infernal machine, and it was she too who lowered it that night," was the answer.
"But why?
Why ?" exclaimed Byrne.

"Why should she wish for my death ?" "No doubt for the sake of your excellency's coat buttons," said politely the saturnine Gonzales.

"We found those of the dead mariner concealed on her person.