Now you are coming to yourself,
Bigot. We came to remove her alive from here, did we not? We must
now remove her dead. She cannot remain where she is at the risk of
certain discovery to-morrow."
"No, the secret chamber would not hide such a secret as that,"
replied Bigot, recovering his self-possession. "But how to remove
her? We cannot carry her forth without discovery." Bigot's
practical intellect was waking up to the danger of leaving the
murdered girl in the Chateau.
Cadet rose and paced the room with rapid strides, rubbing his
forehead, and twitching his mustache violently. "I will tell you
what we have got to do, Bigot! Par Dieu! we must bury her where she
is, down there in the vaulted chamber."
"What, bury her?" Bigot looked at him with intense surprise.
"Yes, we must bury her in that very chamber, Bigot. We must cover
up somebody's damnable work to avert suspicion from ourselves! A
pretty task for you and me, Bigot! Par Dieu! I could laugh like a
horse, if I were not afraid of being overheard."
"But who is to dig a grave for her? surely not you or I," replied
Bigot with a look of dismay.
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