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Updated: May 27, 2025
It was quite likely that Bufferio had made a mistake as to the individual, a thing which might easily have happened in so dark a night.
Her bony limbs, the gray locks which fell upon her cheeks, her large mouth and long teeth, made her appear to his eyes a hideous being, a worthy companion for Bufferio. He listened to the sound of her receding steps, until he heard the key grate in the lock of the door. Then he looked around him and examined with mistrust and surprise the apartment of Bufferio and the objects it contained.
The ruffian shut the door, took a chair, and said to the stranger, in a rough and coarse voice: "Perche me disturba? Why do you disturb me? Who are you?" This question was very embarrassing to the stranger. He replied, stammering: "Is it necessary, Signor Bufferio, that you should know my name before doing me a service for which I will pay you liberally?"
My defiant look, my bold words, my intrepid countenance, kept them at a respectful distance from me. Suddenly the dreaded Bufferio entered the cellar. He had no sooner learned from his comrades how fortune had favored me than he challenged me to play with him. It was just what I wanted. I don't know how it happened, but I lost every game.
Julio made a movement of displeasure on receiving this new order. He had rejoiced in the idea of not being obliged to witness this wicked attack, and now he was commanded to take part in it. For fear of being subjected to something worse, he did not venture to make any remark. "Go now," said Simon Turchi, "and get the old Spanish cape. It may serve to disguise you from Bufferio.
"Pietro Mostajo, you have betrayed me!" hissed the infuriated signor in the ear of his servant, shaking him convulsively by the arm. "Tell me quickly what has happened! Tremble, stupid coward! the Superintendent of Lucca shall know who you are!" "Ebbene che sia!" answered Julio. "Then the Signor Geronimo shall also know who hired Bufferio to assassinate him."
The unexpected question so close to his ear made him tremble violently. However, he soon controlled himself and replied in Italian: "Woman, I do not understand the Flemish tongue. You must know Italian, as Bufferio is a Roman. Tell me if Bufferio is at home." "Who are you?" she replied, in Italian jargon.
How will I recognize the one I am to strike?" "His dress is entirely brown, and his cap is ornamented with a white plume; in the darkness you will be able to perceive only the white plume: that will be a certain sign." Bufferio shook his head doubtfully. "Have you nothing else to observe?" he asked.
Give me money to pay this ruffian, and you need have no anxiety; Bufferio will think that I am acting from personal vengeance; besides, he does not know me. Thus neither of us will be suspected nor accused should the affair prove unsuccessful." Simon seemed surprised by Julio's words, and he remained a few moments in deep thought.
"Yes, yes. At eleven o'clock, behind the well in Hoboken. Street, a young gentleman with a white plume in his hat. Be quiet, I myself will deal the blow, and I will not miss the mark." "Adieu, Bufferio." "Adieu, Julio." The ruffian accompanied the servant to the lower story, opened the door of the street, and closed it behind him.
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