Night had fallen, and the executioner was at supper with his family in his house in the tower of the pillory. All good citizens shunned that accursed dwelling, and those who had to pass the headsman's door after dark crossed themselves as they did so. All at once there was a knocking at the door.
On his dreadful days of office the "Red Man" sometimes received the stealthy visit of a friend, brother, wife, or sister, come to beg or purchase a lock of hair, a garment, or a jewel.
"There's money coming to us," said the headsman to his wife. He opened the door, and on the threshold stood a man, armed, and two women.
"These ladies would speak with you," said the man; and as the headsman stood aside, the two ladies, enveloped in enormous hoods, entered the house, their companion remaining without.
"You are the executioner?" said an imperious voice from behind an impenetrable veil.
"Yes, madame."
"You have here ... the bodies of two gentlemen."
The headsman hesitated. The lady drew out a purse, which she laid upon the table. "It is full of gold," she said.
"Madame," exclaimed the "Red Man," "what do you wish? I am at your service."
"Shew me the bodies," said the lady.