"Ah!" said he, ironically, "a poor servant out of service! Come, throw back your hood. You have red hair; you often play at dice; your name is Julio; you live near the bridge _De la Vigne_ with the Signor Simon Turchi. Is not that true? You were trying to deceive me." Julio, thus unexpectedly recognized, was mute from astonishment, and, trembling from head to foot, stared at the ruffian, who did not appear in the least displeased, but said, in an encouraging tone: "Be calm; you need not be disturbed because I know who you are. My trade is to keep the most important affairs secret. Fear nothing, I will not betray you." It was some minutes before Julio had recovered himself sufficiently to speak. "I am sorry that you know my name," said he; "but no matter. I desire to know, Signor Bufferio, what price you demand for ridding me forever of my enemy?" "Your enemy?" said the ruffian, laughing. "A gentleman your enemy? You are still endeavoring to deceive me. You mean your master's enemy?" "No, my personal enemy, who has calumniated me to my master, and who has striven to have me ignominiously discharged." "And you offer me golden crowns? How long is it since servants became possessed of such treasures? You request to have a mortal wound inflicted upon a gentleman? Well, you must give me fifteen gold crowns." "Fifteen crowns!" exclaimed Julio, with assumed astonishment. "So large a sum! I do not own that much." "Then pay me twelve; but it must be in advance, before I strike the blow." "I will pay you immediately, before leaving." "Give me your hand, Julio; it is a bargain. Now tell me exactly what you or your master requires of me." "Not my master: I alone." "It is all the same. What am I to do, and when is it to be done?" "This very night, Bufferio." "To-night? This will oblige me to renounce my game with the Portuguese sailor; and yet I might have won some gold pieces there." "Listen, Signor Bufferio. To-night, at eleven o'clock, a young nobleman, accompanied by two lute-players, will come from the direction of the convent of the Dominicans; he will turn the corner at Prince Street, and will proceed towards the church of St. James. He will thus be obliged to pass before the stone well at the head of Hoboken Street. You will conceal yourself behind the well with two or three faithful companions, and as the young gentleman passes, you will attack and kill him." "The affair has been well planned," remarked the ruffian. "I could manage it by myself; but since you desire it, I will take with me a couple of my brave companions. How will I recognize the one I am to strike?" "His dress is entirely brown, and his cap is ornamented with a white plume; in the darkness you will be able to perceive only the white plume: that will be a certain sign." Bufferio shook his head doubtfully. "Have you nothing else to observe?" he asked.