"Observe the respect due the law, Signor Deodati. Continue your statement,
Signor Geronimo."
"What an odious falsehood!" said the young man.
Then turning to the bailiff, he continued: "When we last met in this house, Signor Turchi told me that a foreign
merchant, who wished to remain unknown, would repay me the ten thousand
crowns. I was to go to his country-house alone, and secretly to return the
note I held, and receive reliable bills of exchange upon Italy. When I
went, Julio, Simon Turchi's servant, pushed me into a chair prepared as a
trap, in which my body was caught and held immovable by steel springs.
Then Simon entered with a dagger in his hand; he took from me the note,
and destroyed it in my presence. He attempted to stab me in the breast,
but the blow was warded off by a copper amulet which I wore around my
neck. I then received in my neck what I considered a mortal wound; I felt
my blood flowing freely, and I bade, as I supposed, an eternal adieu to
life."
Old Deodati, without being aware of it, had drawn his sword from the
scabbard as if he were about to pierce Turchi to the heart; but he was
restrained by a look of severity from the bailiff, although he continued
playing with the hilt, and muttering in an undertone menaces against the
murderer.
"I awoke to consciousness," continued Geronimo, "in a dark dungeon; I was
lying beside a grave which had been dug to receive my remains. When Julio
returned to bury my corpse, he found me living. He was about to kill me,
but he recognized the amulet I wore around my neck, and I was saved. The
old blind woman who gave me the amulet as a recompense for delivering her
from the hands of the Moslems was Julio's mother. Last night Signor Turchi
gave poisoned wine to Julio, who died in my arms, declaring to me that
Signor Turchi hired Bufferio to assassinate me. I labored for hours before
I succeeded in obtaining egress from the garden. Now behold me saved from
a frightful death through the miraculous protection of God, and restored
to all that is dear to me on earth!"
The bailiff's voice was heard, issuing his commands, in the vestibule.
Turchi comprehended the order. He cast himself on his knees, extended his
hands, and weeping, cried out: "Oh! Messire Van Schoonhoven,--Geronimo,--I have been guilty of a
frightful crime. I deserve your hatred, your contempt and death; but have
pity on me! Spare me the shame of the scaffold; do not cover my family
with eternal infamy. Exile me to the ends of the earth; but pardon,
pardon, deliver me not to the executioner!"