Almost convulsively Miriam pressed Sampayo's arm to arrest his hasty
steps.
"We need go no farther," she whispered. "That is the man you want; and
if he is that woman's husband, his name is Jarima."
"Thank Heaven! To-morrow he will be arrested and the truth
discovered," Diniz muttered.
Silently they watched the man walk towards his humble home, the
children clinging lovingly to his hands. The woman came forward with a
bright smile, holding up her face to receive his caress.
"There can be no doubt. It is Jarima, and the man who sold the
poignard."
"Luiz's murderer," Dinis added between his set teeth.
Almost feverishly Sampayo hurried Miriam away. He was anxious to tell
Lianor of his success, and bring the assassin to justice.
Some distance from the Jew's shop he bade Miriam adieu, promising to
call and let her know the result.
On reaching Don Garcia's palace Diniz was surprised at the sounds of
bright music, mingled with happy voices, that floated on the air.
Satzavan was the first to meet him, and he went forward with a
welcoming smile.
"Where is Lianor?" Diniz asked anxiously, glancing round the deserted
halls.
"In the grounds. Don Garcia has his home full of guests in honor of
his daughter's betrothal with Manuel Tonza.
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