Note 10 — PIETRO BAILLIARDO.1

‘Basta!’ interposed the old man, who, like other old people, was apt to forget the thread of his story if interrupted. ‘Basta! it doesn’t matter: they were anyhow three places very far apart.10 So Pietro Bailliardo, who couldn’t get out of his habit of commanding the devils, called up a number of them, and said, “Which of all you fiends can go the fastest?” and the devils, accustomed to obey him, answered the one before the other, some one way some another, each anxious to content him: “I, like lightning,” said one; “I, like the wind,” said another; but “I—I can go as fast as thought,”11 said another. “Ho! Here! You fiend. You, who can travel as fast as thought. You come here, and take me to-night to St. James of Compostella, and to the sanctuary of Cirollo, and bring me back here to the Chapel of the Holy Office before morning breaks.”