"Doctor，"said he，"I am somewhat puzzled by this manyou call Il Duca，as well as by my audacious capture and the methods employed to rob me.I'd like your advice.What shall I do？""The only possible thing，signore.Submit.""Why is it the only possible thing？""Have you not yet discovered ？Unless you pay，your friends will never hear from you again.Il Duca，by his mother's favor，is king here.He will murder you if you oppose his demands.""Really？""It is quite certain，signore.He has murdered several obstinateb people since I have been here，and the outside world will never know their fate.It is folly to oppose the king.Were you not rich you would not be here.Il Duca knows the exact wealth of every American who travels abroad and is likely to visit Sicily.Many escape him，but a few wander intohis toilsa，for he is wonderfully sagaciousb.Mark you：he does not demand your all；he merely takes tribute，leaving his victims sufficient to render life desirable to them.If he required their all，many would as soon forfeitc life as make the payment；but a tithed they will spare for the privilege of living.That is why he is so successful.And that is why he remains undisturbed.For an American，being robbed so simply，never tells of his humiliating experience.He goes home，and avoids Sicily ever after.""H—m—m.I understand.""But if you do not pay，you are not permitted to leave this place.You are killed at once，and the incident is over.Il Duca does not love to murder，but he takes no chancese.""I see.But suppose I pay，and then make complaint to the Italian government？""It has been done，signore.But the government is very blind.It does not know Il Duca d'Alcanta.Its officials are convinced he does not exist.They investigate carefully，and declare the tale is all a myth.""Then there is no way of escape？""Absolutely none.Such a condition is almost inconceivable，is it not ？And in this enlightened age ？But it exists，and is only harmful when its victims are stubborn and rebellious.Tobe cheerful and pay promptly is the only sensible way out of your dif?culty.""Thank you，"said Uncle John."I shall probably paypromptly.But tell me，to satisfy my curiosity，how does your duke murder his victims？""He does not call it murder，as I do；he says they are suicides，or the victims of accident.They walk along a path and fall into a pit.It is deep，and they are killed.The pit is also their tomb.They are forgotten，and the trap is already set for their successors.""Rather a gloomy picture，doctor.""Yes.I tell you this because my nature is kind.I abhora all crime，and much prefer that you should live.But，if you die，my salario continues.I am employed to guard the health of the Duke's family—especially the old Duchessa—and have no part in this detestable business.""Isn't that a bite？""No，signore.It is the current.It is not time for the ?sh to bite."Uncle John arose.
"Good afternoon，doctor.""Good afternoon，signore."He left the old fellow sitting there and walked on.The valley was about a half mile long and from a quarter to a third of a mile in width.It resembled a huge amphitheatreb in shape.
The American tramped the length of the brook，which disappeared into the rocky wall at the far end.Then he returned through the orchards to the house.
The place was silent and seemed deserted.There was a languora in the atmosphere that invited sleep.Uncle John sought his room and lay down for an afternoon nap，soon falling into a sound slumberb.
When he awoke he found Ferralti seated beside his bed.The young man was pale，but composed.
"Mr.Merrick，"said he，"what have you decided to do？"Uncle John rubbed his eyes and sat up.
"I'm going to purchase that ring，"he answered，"at thebest price the Duke will make me.""I am disappointed，"returned Ferralti，stif?y."I do not intend to allow myself to be robbed in this way.""Then write a farewell letter，and I'll take it to yourfriends.""It may not be necessary，sir."Uncle John regarded him thoughtfully."What can you do？"he asked.
Ferralti leaned forward and whispered，softly："I have a stout pocket—knife，with a very long blade.I shall try to kill the Duke.Once he is dead his people will not dare to oppose us，but will ?y in terror.It is only Il Duca's audacityc and geniusthat enables this robber's dena to exist.""You would rather attempt this than pay？""Sir，I could not bear the infamyb of letting this scoundrel triumph over me.""Well，Ferralti，you are attempting a delicate anddangerous task，but so far as I can，I will help you."He took the revolver from his pocket and handed it to his companion.
"It's loaded in every chamber，"he whispered."Perhapsit will serve your purpose better than a knife."Ferralti's eyes sparkled.
"Good ！"he exclaimed，concealing the weapon."Ishall watch for my opportunity，so as to make no mistake.Meantime，do you bargain with the Duke，but postpone any agreement to pay.""All right，my lad.I'll wait to see what happens.It mayadd a good deal to the cost of that ring，if you fail；but I'll take the chances of that for the sake of the game."He paused a moment，and then added：
"Is your father really dead，Count？"
"Yes；the Duke has sent me the cablegram he received from his agent.I cannot doubt his authority.My father and I have not been friendly，of late years.He was a severe man，cold and unsympathetic，but I am sorry we could not have been reconciled before this awful fate overtookhim.However，it is now too late for vain regrets.I tried not to disobey or antagonizea my one parent，but he did not understand my nature，and perhaps I failed to understand his."He sighed，and rising from his chair walked to the window to conceal his emotion.
Uncle John remained silent，and presently Tommasoentered to notify them that dinner would be served in a half hour，and the Duke expected them to join him at the table.
The next morning Mr.Merrick bargained pleasantly with his jailer，who seemed not averse to discussing the matter at length；but no conclusion was reached.Ferralti took no part in the conversation，but remained sullen and silent，and the Duke did not press him.
The day after，however，he insisted that he had dalliedb long enough，although after much argument on the part of his enforced guests he agreed to give them three days to decide，with the understanding that each day they delayed would add a goodly sum to their ransom.If at the end of the three days theAmericans remained obdurate，he would invite them to take alittle walk，and the affair would be terminated.
Ferralti hugged his revolver and awaited his opportunity.It seemed to Uncle John that he might have had a hundred chances to shoot the brigand，who merited no better fate than assassination at their hands；but although Ferralti was resolved upon the deed he constantly hesitated to accomplish it in coldblood，and the fact that he had three days grace induced him to put off the matter as long as possible.
He came to regret most bitterly his indecision；for somethingin the young man's eyes must have put the brigand on his guard.When they awoke on the third morning，which was the fifth since their imprisonment，some one had searched their rooms thoroughly.The revolver and the knife were both gone，and the loss rendered them absolutely helpless.