"I hope you will not try it to-day, Bigot." Cadet spoke gravely
now. "Let the dead sleep, and let all sleeping dogs and bitches
lie still. Zounds! we are in greater danger than she is! you cannot
stir in this matter without putting yourself in her power. Angelique
has got hold of the secret of Caroline and of the Baron de St.
Castin; what if she clear herself by accusing you? The King would
put you in the Bastile for the magnificent lie you told the
Governor, and La Pompadour would send you to the Place de Greve when
the Baron de St. Castin returned with the bones of his daughter, dug
up in your Chateau!"
"It is a cursed dilemma!" Bigot fairly writhed with perplexity.
"Dark as the bottomless pit, turn which way we will. Angelique
knows too much, that is clear; it were a charity, if it were a safe
thing, to kill her too, Cadet!"
"Not to be thought of, Bigot; she is too much in every man's eye,
and cannot be stowed away in a secret corner like her poor victim.
A dead silence on every point of this cursed business is our only
policy, our only safety.
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