Abellino, this Italian Hercules, all terrible as he appeared to be,
was not long a member of this society before his companions felt
towards him sentiments of the most unbounded esteem. All loved, all
valued him, for his extraordinary talents for a bravo's trade, to
which he seemed peculiarly adapted, not only by his wonderful
strength of body, but by the readiness of his wit, and his never-
failing presence of mind. Even Cinthia was inclined to feel some
little affection for him, but--he really was too ugly.
Matteo, as Abellino was soon given to understand, was the captain of
this dangerous troop. He was one who carried villainy to the
highest pitch of refinement, incapable of fear, quick and crafty,
and troubled with less conscience than a French financier. The
booty and price of blood, which his associates brought in daily,
were always delivered up to him: he gave each man his share, and
retained no larger portion for himself than was allotted to the
others. The catalogue of those whom he had despatched into the
other world was already too long for him to have repeated it: many
names had slipped his memory, but his greatest pleasure in his hour
of relaxation was to relate such of these murderous anecdotes as he
still remembered, in the benevolent intention of inspiring his
hearers with a desire to follow his example. His weapons were kept
separate from the rest, and occupied a whole apartment. Here were
to be found daggers of a thousand different fashions, WITH guards
and WITHOUT them; two, three, and four-edged. Here were stored air-
guns, pistols, and blunderbusses; poisons of various kinds and
operating in various ways; garments fit for every possible disguise,
whether to personate the monk, the Jew, or the mendicant; the
soldier, the sailor, or the gondolier.
One day he summoned Abellino to attend him in his armoury.
"Mark me," said he, "thou wilt turn out a brave fellow, that I can
see already. It is now time that you should earn that bread for
yourself which hitherto you have owed to our bounty. Look! Here
thou hast a dagger of the finest steel; you must charge for its use
by the inch. If you plunge it only one inch deep into the bosom of
his foe, your employer must reward you with only one sequin: if two
inches, with ten sequins; if three, with twenty; if the whole
dagger, you may then name your own price. Here is next a glass
poniard; whomsoever this pierces, that man's death is certain. As
soon as the blow is given, you must break the dagger in the wound.
The flesh will close over the point which has been broken off, and
which will keep its quarters till the day of resurrection! Lastly,
observe this metallic dagger; its cavity conceals a subtle poison,
which, whenever you touch this spring, will immediately infuse death
into the veins of him whom the weapon's point hath wounded. Take
these daggers. In giving them I present you with a capital capable
of bringing home to you most heavy and most precious interest."