here and there and everywhere. 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, gesticulat-
ing 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 In-
carnacion.

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.

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