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Updated: May 15, 2025
I tell you, if you come to visit us, it will be as well to be on good terms with the Señor Juez O'Brien. My uncle is a very old man, and if I die before him, this O'Brien, I think, will end by marrying my cousin, because my poor uncle is very much in his hands.
I was placed in front of them, between two soldiers, in the centre of a large, gaunt room, with bare, dirty walls, and the arms of Spain above the judge's seat. "You are before the Juez de la Primiera Instancia," said the man in black beside the table. He wore a large and shadowy tricorn. "Be silent, and respect the procedure." It was, without doubt, excellent advice.
Sebright would understand it if Williams did not. I trusted Sebright's sagacity. Yes, she would sail tomorrow evening. A day and a half. If I could only keep the knowledge of Seraphina from O'Brien till then she was safe, and I should be safe, too, for my lips would be unsealed. I could claim the protection of my Consul and proclaim the villainy of the Juez.
He had gained a lot of assurance from the conciliatory manner of the Juez, and said suddenly, in a tentative way: "An evil person; a heretic? Who knows? Perhaps it was he who incited some people there to murder his señoria, the illustrious Don." I said almost contemptuously, "Surely the charge against me is most absurd? Everyone knows who I am."
Don Senor Ildefonso Federico Valdazar, Juez de la Paz, weighing twenty stone, attempted to convey his bulk to the pulperia at the corner of the plaza in order to assuage his matutinal thirst. The first plunge of his unshod foot into the cool grass struck a concealed mine. Don Ildefonso fell like a crumpled cathedral, crying out that he had been fatally bitten by a deadly scorpion.
The clerk pointed the end of his quill towards me. "I? God forbid, Excellency," the Lugareño bleated. "The Alguazil of the Criminal Court instructed me to be watchful. "You lodge an information, then?" the juez said. "Maybe it is an information, Excellency," the Lugareño answered, "as regards the senor there."
"Address not me in this imperative manner, sir officer!" exclaimed the Juez, his anger blazing out afresh. "Do you imagine, sir, that I have no private interests; that the State feeds and clothes my wife and children? No, sir, I am the servant of the republic, not the slave; and I beg to remind you that official business must be transacted during the proper hours and at the proper place."
He shook his head, and drew me away from the door. "Two Lugareños," he said, "Manuel and another one, did go last night, as directed by the friar" he supposed "to meet the Juez in the bush outside Rio Medio." I had guessed that much, and told him of Manuel's behaviour under my window. How did they know my chamber? "Bad, bad," muttered Castro. "La Chica told her lover, no doubt."
No one knew how much the tubby, saturnine little man was in the confidence of the Juez O'Brien; and there was no doubt that he was a good Catholic. He was a very grave, a very silent caballero. In reality his heart had been broken by the death of Carlos, and he did not care what happened to him.
The Juez was a little hatchet-faced man, with bristly grey whiskers, standing out like a cat's moustache, and angry eyes or, rather with one angry eye, for over the other a cotton handkerchief was tied.
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