‘’Well, what do you intend doing with them?’

‘’Can you for one moment doubt?’ I replied.

’What if I should tell you they contain the entire secret of my opal-mine!’

’I made no reply; but struck a match against the wall, and setting them on fire, resumed my seat.

’’I could hardly have believed it; but you still have Pepito; from him you hope to learn the secret,’ said the dying man.

‘’Shall I bind myself by an oath not to seek him?’

’’No; I leave you at liberty.  Act as you think best.  I burned those papers because they were bought with blood, for no other reason.’

‘’Bought with blood?’ I exclaimed.

’’Yes; ten months ago, General Ramiro died at New-Orleans, by poison—­poison administered by Adele.  Do you wonder life has lost all charm for me?  Oh! life is the bitterness, not death.’

’His voice momently grew fainter.  I leaned closer, to catch his fading tones, till he ceased to speak.  I gazed intently at his glassy eyes; the lids closed for a moment, then partially opened, the jaw fell, and he was no more.’

’I know not how long I had stood beside his lifeless body, pondering over the uncertainty of life, and the mystery of death, and the conflicting presentiments he had uttered:  that he should live to achieve success, yet die without again seeing her who had lured him to his wretched end, when the door of the chamber suddenly opened, and five or six dragoons entered, accompanied by an officer in undress uniform.

‘’What! you here, General?’ I exclaimed.

‘’Why not?’ was the cool reply, ’I am in search of a deserter named Pepito, who, I was informed, was concealed here.  I see he is not here; but doubtless by searching among the papers contained in this desk, I shall find some clue to him.’

’’Your search, General, will be fruitless.  The unfortunate young man whose corpse lies here, instructed me, before he expired, to burn all the papers in his possession, and I have obeyed his injunctions.’

‘’Curses on his infernal obstinacy!’ exclaimed General Valiente, ’but look you, Senor, I tell you I will search this desk.’

‘’By what right?’

‘’By the right of might.’

’Taking my stand in front of the desk, I was protesting against the lawless act of violence, when the Secretary of the American Legation fortunately arrived.  Finding his plans defeated, Valiente, with commendable prudence, decided on beating a retreat, and with his followers, took rather an abrupt departure.

’The ordinary formalities of attaching the seals of the Legation having been performed, and having secured a faithful person to take charge of the remains of the unfortunate Livermore, I sallied forth to make arrangements to leave, as soon as possible, for Toluca.

The first person I met was Pedro.  It is impossible to express the horror I felt of this villain.  My hand was on my weapon before he had reached my side.