It never stood its master in
better stead than now; perhaps never worse if it has let in the
murderer of this poor girl of yours."
Bigot rose up, very faint and weak; Cadet took his arm to support
him, and bidding him be firm and not give way again at sight of her
dead body, led him back to the chamber of death. "Let us first look
around a moment," said he, "to find, if possible, some trace of the
hellish assassins."
The lamps burned brightly, shedding a glare of light over every
object in the secret chamber.
Cadet looked narrowly round, but found little trace of the
murderers. The drawers of the escritoire stood open, with their
contents in great disorder, a circumstance which at once suggested
robbers. Cadet pointed it out to Bigot with the question:
"Kept she much money, Bigot?"
"None that I know of. She asked for none, poor girl! I gave her
none, though I would have given her the King's treasury had she
wished for it."
"But she might have had money when she came, Bigot," continued
Cadet, not doubting but robbery had been the motive for the murder.
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