'You do not know how they have tortured me,' muttered the other, knocking his head against the carriage hood whenever there was a jostle, as if he could not keep his head straight on his shoulders.
'So you will take them up, will you?'
'For thirty days I, an unhappy man, in bad health, was shut up with no air nor light and a stinking oil-lamp, whilst they who behaved so badly to me took their exercise.'
'Why did you not give them the lottery numbers?'
'Just because——' said the medium mysteriously.
'Don Pasqualino, you don't know the lottery numbers,' said Don Gennaro, laughing.
'What does it matter to you?'
'Nothing at all; but you must be frank with me.'
'Yes, sir, yes, sir,' said the medium humbly; 'but why did they endanger my life? What harm had I done them?'
'Don Pasqualino, you ate up several thousand francs belonging to these gentlemen, to my knowledge,' Parascandolo went on in the same laughing tone.