But it was a momentary triumph,
for she realised at once the gravity of the crime. She had little pity
or sorrow to waste on the dead, but she was full of concern for the
safety of the murderer.
"This is a bad night's work, Gregorio."
"Is it? She deserved death. I am glad I killed her. God, how peacefully
I shall sleep tonight!"
"This is a worse matter than the other, my friend; you must get away
from here at once."
"Let us leave the corpse; I am thirsty," Gregorio answered, callously.
With a last look at Xantippe dead upon the floor, the two left the room
and made fast the bolt before descending the stairs. As they emerged
from the doorway into the street, some police rode by, and Gregorio
trembled a little as he stood watching them.
"I want a drink; I am trembling," he said, huskily, and followed Madam
Marx into the shop.
The sun was beginning to rise, and already signs of a new life were
stirring. The day-workers appeared at the windows and in the streets.
"You must get away at night, Gregorio, and keep hidden all day."
"All right. Give me some wine.
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