“Let us say that she enters this den of thieves. She has found their private way.
“They are thunderstruck when she appears, though only the leader knows her. She walks up to a table on which lies the plunder which they are dividing.
“She seizes some of it in her hands. She is mad with the horror of the scene, perceiving one she loves in such a place.
“They do not dare to kill her, for they have no means of disposing of the body. She does not see that she is in great danger.
“She threatens them. She urges upon this man—your nephew, let us say—to make restitution and reform.
“It is what a woman might do though a man would smile at it. He curses her. She seizes some of the jewels and rushes out saying that she will expose everything.
“The rank and file of the thieves’ gang would murder her rather than permit her to leave the room.
“But the leader is more wily. He knows that she must die, but not there.
“He follows her; stabs her in the street, and escapes.”
“In the name of God, did my nephew do this?”