And there is nothing! Of course not.

What would you ?" He pointed solemnly to the ground.
"Nonsense!" said Clarence, buttoning his coat and seizing his hat.
"Follow me." He ran down the passage, followed by Incarnacion, through the excited, gesticulating crowd of servants in the patio, and out of the back gate.
He turned first along the wall of the casa towards the barred window of the boudoir.

Then a cry came from Incarnacion.
They ran quickly forward.

Hanging from the grating of the window, like a mass of limp and saturated clothes, was the body of Pedro Valdez, with one unbooted foot dangling within an inch of the ground.

His head was passed inside the grating and fixed as at that moment when the first spring of the frightened horse had broken his neck between the bars as in a garrote, and the second plunge of the terrified animal had carried off his boot in the caught stirrup when it escaped..