"It may be, I never questioned her," replied Bigot; "she never spoke
of money; alas! all the money in the world was as dross in her
estimation. Other things than money occupied her pure thoughts."
"Well, it looks like robbers: they have ransacked the drawers and
carried off all she had, were it much or little," remarked Cadet,
still continuing his search.
"But why kill her? Oh, Cadet, why kill the gentle girl, who would
have given every jewel in her possession for the bare asking?"
"Nay, I cannot guess," said Cadet. "It looks like robbers, but the
mystery is beyond my wit to explain. What are you doing, Bigot?"
Bigot had knelt down by the side of Caroline; he lifted her hand
first to his lips, then towards Cadet, to show him the stalk of a
rose from which the flower had been broken, and which she held with
a grip so hard that it could not be loosened from her dead fingers.
The two men looked long and earnestly at it, but failed to make a
conjecture even why the flower had been plucked from that broken
stalk and carried away, for it was not to be seen in the room.
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