"Yes, uncle, sleep," repeated the children.
And Juan fell asleep,—but he wakened in another world.
The next morning, at dawn, two policemen stumbled against a corpse in the snow. The doctor of the charity hospital pronounced it a case of congealing of the blood.
As one of the officers turned him over, face upward,—
"Look, Jiménez," said he; "he seems to be laughing."
