This old man trafficked every where and in every thing; he might have been a descendant of the Judas who sold his Master for thirty pieces of silver. He had been a resident of Lima ten years; his taste and his economy had led him to choose his dwelling at the extremity of the suburb of San Lazaro, and from thence he entered into various speculations to make money. By degrees, Samuel assumed a luxury uncommon in misers; his house was sumptuously furnished; his numerous domestics, his splendid equipages betokened immense revenues. Sarah was then eight years of age. Already graceful and charming, she pleased all, and was the idol of the Jew. All her inclinations were unhesitatingly gratified. Always elegantly dressed, she attracted the eyes of the most fastidious, of which her father seemed strangely careless. It will readily be understood how the mestizo, Andre Certa, became enamored of the beautiful Jewess. What would have appeared inexplicable to the public, was the hundred thousand piasters, the price of her hand; but this bargain was secret. And besides, Samuel trafficked in sentiments as in native productions. A banker, usurer, merchant, ship-owner, he had the talent to do business with everybody. The schooner _Annonciation_, which was hovering about the mouth of the Rimac, belonged to the Jew Samuel. Amid this life of business and speculation this man fulfilled the duties of his religion with scrupulous punctuality; his daughter had been carefully instructed in the Israelitish faith and practices. So, when the mestizo had manifested his displeasure on this subject, the old man remained mute and pensive, and Andre Certa broke the silence, saying: "Do you forget that the motive for which I espouse Sarah will compel her to become a convert to Catholicism? It is not my fault," added the mestizo; "but in spite of you, in spite of me, in spite of herself, it will be so." "You are right," said the Jew sadly; "but, by the Bible, Sarah shall be a Jewess as long as she is my daughter." At this moment the door of the chamber opened, and the major-domo of the Jew Samuel respectfully entered. "Is the murderer arrested?" asked the old man. "We have reason to believe he is dead!" "Dead!" repeated Andre, with a joyful exclamation. "Caught between us and a company of soldiers," replied the major-domo, "he was obliged to leap over the parapet of the bridge." "He has thrown himself into the Rimac!" exclaimed Andre. "And how do you know that he has not reached the shore?" asked Samuel. "The melting of the snow has made the current rapid at that spot; besides, we stationed ourselves on each side of the river, and he did not re-appear. I have left sentinels who will pass the night in watching the banks." "It is well," said the old man; "he has met with a just fate. Did you recognize him in his flight?" "Perfectly, sir; it was Martin Paz, the Indian of the mountains." "Has this man been observing Sarah for some time past?"