I
tell you the slightest whisper of Caroline's life or death in your
house, reaching the ears of Philibert or La Corne St. Luc, will
bring them to Beaumanoir with warrants to search for her. They will
pick the Chateau to pieces stone by stone. They will drag Caroline
out of her grave, and the whole country will swear you murdered her,
and that I helped you, and with appearances so strong against us
that the mothers who bore us would not believe in our innocence!
Damn the women! The burying of that girl was the best deed I did
for one of the sex in my life, but it will be the worst if you
breath one word of it to Angelique des Meloises, or to any other
person living. I am not ready to lose my head yet, Bigot, for the
sake of any woman, or even for you!"
The Intendant was staggered by the vehemence of Cadet, and impressed
by the force of his remarks. It was hard to sit down quietly and
condone such a crime, but he saw clearly the danger of pushing
inquiry in any direction without turning suspicion upon himself. He
boiled with indignation.
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