six

“If by six in the morning the four thousand piastres are not in my hands, by seven o’clock the Count Albert will have ceased to live.”

There were in all six thousand piastres, but of these six thousand Albert had already expended three thousand.

“Ah, a month—six months—a year.”

We performed the usual burial service, and he is at his rest, sewn up in his hammock with a thirty-six-pound shot at his head and his heels, off El Giglio island.