And Perez, he too would have laughed aloud if he had dared; indeed he could with difficulty restrain himself in presence of his crew. "The crafty old fox," he said exultingly, "he has got his holy remains--ha! ha!--and he _suspects nothing_." A day or two after the delivery of the coffin, Captain Perez sailed for Mexico. After an interval of ten years, during which period, according to the Jesuit's prediction, prosperity had constantly waited upon Perez, he became weary of successful enterprise, and tired of the roving and laborious life he was leading. Worth a million, and a bachelor, he wisely resolved to give the remainder of his days to enjoyment. Seville was judiciously selected for his residence, where a magnificent mansion, extensive grounds, a well furnished cellar, good cooks, chosen friends, with all the other et ceteras which riches can bring, enabled him to pass his days and nights joyously. Captain Perez was indeed a _happy dog_. One night he was at table, surrounded by his friends of both sexes. The cook had done his duty; there were excellent fruits from the tropics; there were wines in abundance and variety, and with songs and laughter the very windows rattled, when Perez, the jolly Perez, _half seas over_, begged a moment's silence. "I say, my worthy friends, I have something to tell you better than all your singing. I must tell you a story that will make you split your sides--a real good one, about a capital trick I served them poor devils the Jesuits. You must know I was lying at anchor in Cuba, and--" Suddenly the door of the apartment is thrown open with great violence, and a monk, clothed in deep black, enters, followed by a guard of _alguazils_ armed to the teeth. "Profane impious wretches!" he cried, in a voice of appalling harshness, "is it thus you do penance for your sins? Is it in riotous feasting and drunkenness you spend the holy season of Lent?" Then, turning to Captain Perez, he said, "Follow me to the palace of the Holy Inquisition. Before that tribunal you must answer for your sacrilegious conduct." The guests were stupefied with fear, and Perez, now completely sobered, stared in affright at the monk. "Do you recollect me, Captain Perez?" said the monk. "No--but--it appears to me I have somewhere seen--" "I am Father Antonio, of Cuba," cried the monk, fixing his eyes, sparkling with savage fury, upon Perez. "And you are a member of the Holy Inquisition?" Perez faltered out in trembling accents. "I am. Again I say, follow me on the instant." Poor Captain Perez, or rather rich Captain Perez, at the early day in which he lived had, perhaps, never heard the avowal made by a man who, in speaking of honesty and dishonesty, declared _honesty to be the best policy, for_, said he, _I have tried both_.