"'Tis well, thou wilt find a hundred sequins in this sack."
"Whose life is set against this gold?" asked Jacopo, in an under tone.
"Don Camillo Monforte."
"Don Camillo Monforte!"
"The same; dost thou know the rich noble!"
"You have well described him, Signore. He would pay his barber this for letting blood."
"Do thy job thoroughly, and the price shall be doubled."
"I want the security of a name. I know you not, Signore."
The stranger looked cautiously around him, and raising his mask for an instant, he showed the countenance of Giacomo Gradenigo.
"Is the pledge sufficient?"