"Gaspare—under the rocks between Salvatore's terreno and the main-land. He had all his clothes on. He must have been there in the dark—"
"Why should he go in the dark?"
"How do I know, Signor Dottore?—and have fallen, and struck his head against the rocks. For there was a wound and—"
"The body should not have been moved from where it lay till the Pretore had seen it. Gaspare should have left the body."
"But perhaps the povero signore is not really dead, after all! Madonna! How—"
"Come! come! we must not delay! One minute! I will get some lint and—"
He disappeared into the house. Almost directly he came out again with a package under his arm and a long, black cigar lighted in his mouth.
"Take these, Giuseppe! Carry them carefully. Now then!"
He hoisted himself onto the donkey.