CHAPTER VI.
SIMON TURCHI WREAKS HIS VENGEANCE ON GERONIMO.
It was about five o'clock in the afternoon.

Julio was seated in one of the rooms of his master's dwelling, his arms crossed upon his breast.

Absorbed in deep thought, he had his eyes fixed on an arm-chair which stood near the only window in the room, and from time to time he shook his head with an expression of anxious doubt.
The footsteps of a man in the room above interrupted his reflections; an ironical smile passed over his features as he muttered: "He calls me a coward, the dastard that he is! For one hour he has been running about from room to room as though pursued by invisible spectres.
How cunningly he has devised the whole affair in his own interest.

Julio is to kill poor Geronimo! Julio is to bury the body in the cellar! Julio is to do all by himself! When we deal with false people, we must be on our guard.

His intention is clear enough to me; he wishes to secure means, in case of necessity, of accusing me alone of the crime.