And then he saw a narrow street, Santiago, rose D. Major Benito, scribe, very small, thin man, who had been blowing their hands and brought a roll of paper under the left arm. He was called D. Major Benito Benito to distinguish him from the Minor, another scribe, this very handsome, that as the Mayor’s name was Garcia and Garcia. The little they called him the Mayor because he was the oldest or because it was the richest. He lent money to distinguished persons, was not very tyrant in terms of revenues and timeframes, and his discretion and secrecy were proverbial in the province.

As recognized by Mayor Bonifacio felt the sudden joy that always gave him an irrevocable decision awareness in him rare. “This is my man, he thought, Providence has made me get up early today, about something I’ve come to the place.”

Half an hour later, Reyes received three hundred hard gold from the hands of D. Benedict, in the office of this, no witnesses other than the books of the protocol, which Bonifacio had always inspired a kind of superstitious terror.

D. Major Benito had the habit of taking his ears to his parishioners and clients have little confidence with them.

-Let’s see, he said, tempting the heel of the left ear-Boniface, now that you already have these rooms, with no guarantee that a simple receipt … Now that you can not speak for denying suspect that this insignificant favorcillo, may I you, no offense, I dare to cross me, a million crosses, seeing the head of the house come to ask me borrow Valcárcel six thousand reales ? …

-I am not master of the house Valcárcel.

-You are the husband’s sole heir Valcárcel … and not four days ago I have given the deed of sale of the famous mill Valdiniello, and you know it, because you have signed, as necessary, all documents brought here D. John, your uncle ….