What do I do next?
I open the gate.

Ah! sacred Mother of Heaven, what do I behold lying all along our threshold?
A man--dead!--a big man; bigger than you, bigger than me, bigger than anybody in this convent--buttoned up tight in a fine coat, with black eyes, staring, staring up at the sky, and blood soaking through and through the front of his shirt.

What do I do?
I scream once--I scream twice--and run back to the father superior!" All the particulars of the fatal duel which I had gleaned from the French newspaper in Monkton's room at Naples recurred vividly to my memory.

The suspicion that I had felt when I looked into the outhouse became a certainty as I listened to the old monk's last words.
"So far I understand," said I."The corpse I have just seen in the outhouse is the corpse of the man whom you found dead outside your gate.
Now tell me why you have not given the remains decent burial." "Wait--wait--wait," answered the Capuchin.

"The father superior hears me scream and comes out; we all run together to the gate; we lift up the big man and look at him close.