I will remove the bottles and everything which could indicate the presence of two persons." He locked up the bottles and glasses, arranged the chairs, and wiped up the wine which had been spilled on the table and the floor.
While thus engaged, he muttered to himself: "I must not remain longer.

I myself must go to the bailiff and accuse Julio of the murder.

Shall I go this evening?
No; they might come and find him alive, and a powerful antidote might perhaps rouse him from sleep.
To-morrow, then--to-morrow morning.

But how shall I explain the affair?
When and how did he reveal his crime?
Night will suggest a means.

All is done.