on the 14th of march, 1743 as he was leaving the coffeehouse, john koo stuffs a 40-year-old jeweler fromlondon was gramps, handcuffed and bundled into a chaise. a short time later he found himself in one of the most feared building in europe. looming at the northern end, the espoused palace house the portuguese headquarters of the holy office of the inquisition. just like hundreds of which is , heretics and jews had been brought by before him, he had his scalp shaved it was stripped naked save for his linen undergarments. confined in a dungeon he was subjected to a meticulous regime isolation and silence were rigidly enforced a prisoner with a cough was puddled into unconsciousness. note communication with friends and relatives was permitted, no possession no book no bible, nothing they would interrupt divine conscience. nothing to block out the prisoners all too vivid imagining of horrors that awaited him in the inquisition. the grand spectacle of religious justice was a procession culminating in prayers, incantations, and public execution by one of two methods. the mercy of strangling