“Very true; it puts my stomach and bowels out of order. Well, I’ll be off at the hunt.”
“Do so; and in the meanwhile go to sleep again. I will see to everything.”
“And will you find the unknown?”
“He must be a confederate of this fellow. We shall only find him through Tebaldo’s confessions.”
“Right; it must be so, for he offered to deliver him up to me—But it may not be the same man?”
“Well, I will confess him thoroughly on all points, so sleep in peace.”
“Have you kept your Italian fasting?”
“Why, of course!”
“Go, then; I will try to get a little more sleep. You have done me a great deal of good, Johan. You always have suggestions to make. For my part, I am failing. Mon Dieu! How fast I have grown old.”
Johan now departed, directing Jacob to call his lordship at eight. Jacob was a valet-de-chambre who always slept in a room next the baron’s sleeping-room. He was an honest fellow, to whom the baron had always played the part of a good master; for he knew how important it is to have some trustworthy people about one, if only for the sake of sleeping without fear, under their guard.