Bigot's laughter was soon over. He sat down at the table again,
and, being now calm, considered the whole matter over, point by
point, with Cadet, who, though coarse and unprincipled, was a shrewd
counsellor in difficulties.
It was determined between the two men that nothing whatever should
be said of the assassination. Bigot should continue his gallantries
to Angelique, and avoid all show of suspicion in that quarter. He
should tell her of the disappearance of Caroline, who had gone away
mysteriously as she came, but profess absolute ignorance as to her
fate.
Angelique would be equally cautious in alluding to the murder; she
would pretend to accept all his statements as absolute fact. Her
tongue, if not her thoughts, would be sealed up in perpetual silence
on that bloody topic. Bigot must feed her with hopes of marriage,
and if necessary set a day for it, far enough off to cover all the
time to be taken up in the search after Caroline.
"I will never marry her, Cadet!" exclaimed Bigot, "but will make her
regret all her life she did not marry me!"
"Take care, Bigot! It is dangerous playing with fire.
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