Give me volume three, and open it at page two hundred and one.' I obeyed, laying the book on the bed before him, and he began to read the crabbed marks as easily as though they were good black-letter.
'De Garcia--Juan.

Height, appearance, family, false names, and so on.
This is it--history.

Now listen.' Then came some two pages of closely written matter, expressed in secret signs that Fonseca translated as he read.

It was brief enough, but such a record as it contained I have never heard before nor since.

Here, set out against this one man's name, was well nigh every wickedness of which a human being could be capable, carried through by him to gratify his appetites and revengeful hate, and to provide himself with gold.
In that black list were two murders: one of a rival by the knife, and one of a mistress by poison.