Julio had sought in drink the courage necessary to accomplish the work which fate exacted of him.

He had thus drowned his senses, and had come now to slay his victim without mercy.
The thought for the moment roused his fears; but he remembered that he had just offered to God his life in expiation of his sins.

He retired to the other side of the cellar, knelt by the side of the grave, and with a smile upon his lips and his eyes lifted to heaven, he calmly awaited the fatal blow.
He heard Julio trying to insert the key in the lock as if his hand were unsteady.

He noticed that there was no finger in his tone of voice; on the contrary, the cries which escaped him were rather those of alarm and distress; but before he had time for reflection the door opened.
Julio put down the lamp as if his strength had entirely failed him, and fell upon the ground, exclaiming in a supplicating voice: "O signor, help, help! I am poisoned! A burning fire consumes me! Take pity on me! For the love of God, deliver me from this torture!" "Poisoned!" exclaimed Geronimo, hastening to Julio.

"What has happened to you?
The mark of death is on your face!" "Simon Turchi gave me last night poisoned wine, in order to destroy the witness who could prove your death by his hand.