"
"Yes, Cadet," replied Bigot, rousing himself up at the sharp tone of
his friend. "I must think of your safety; I care little for my own
at this moment. Think for me."
"Well, then, I will think for you, and I think this, Bigot, that if
the Governor finds out this assassination, done in your house, and
that you and I have been here at this hour of night with the
murdered girl, by God! he will say we have alone done it, and the
world will believe it! So rouse up, I for one do not want to be
taxed with the murder of a woman, and still less to be hung
innocently for the death of one. I would not risk my little finger
for all the women alive, let alone my neck for a dead one!"
The suggestion was like a sharp probe in his flesh. It touched
Bigot to the quick. He started up on his feet. "You are right,
Cadet, it only wants that accusation to make me go mad! But my head
is not my own yet! I can think of nothing but her lying there, dead
in her loveliness and in her love! Tell me what to do, and I will
do it."
"Ay, now you talk reasonably.
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