"Shall I not take my clothes, signor, or a traveling cloak?"
"No; the cloak you have on will suffice. Were you seen with any baggage,
your intention might be suspected. Appear indifferent. You can buy
whatever you may need."
The servant extended his hand to his master, and going to the door, said: "Adieu, signor; if you do not refuse to aid me when I am in want, I will
keep your secret faithfully."
"Do your work in the cellar carefully, Julio. I wish you a pleasant
journey."
Julio descended the staircase and walked slowly down the street.
His master opened the window and watched him until he was out of sight.
Simon Turchi drew a long breath, as though the weight of a mountain had
been removed from his heart. A smile lighted up his face, and he said in
an accent of intense joy: "He has gone! Now I have nothing to fear. The bailiff may find the body;
Julio committed the crime; I know nothing of it; I am as innocent as a
lamb. Ah! I thought I was lost. Now I must arrange my plans as though I
were certain of the discovery of the body. I feel new strength; hope and
certainty animate my heart. Mary, Mary, your name, your fortune, your love
will be mine. My life will yet be crowned with grandeur, wealth, and
happiness."
And in feverish excitement he closed the window.