His own safety was too deeply involved in any discovery
that might be made respecting her to allow him to drop the subject
out of his thought for a moment.
By imposing absolute silence upon himself in the presence of
Angelique, touching the death of Caroline, he might impose a like
silence upon her whom he could not acquit of the suspicion of having
prompted the murder. But the certainty that there was a confederate
in the deed--a woman, too, judging by the fragment of writing picked
up by Cadet--tormented him with endless conjectures.
Still, he felt, for the present, secure from any discovery on that
side; but how to escape from the sharp inquisition of two men like
La Corne St. Luc and Pierre Philibert? And who knew how far the
secret of Beaumanoir was a secret any longer? It was known to two
women, at any rate; and no woman, in Bigot's estimation of the sex,
would long keep a secret which concerned another and not herself.
"Our greatest danger, Cadet, lies there!" continued the Intendant,
stopping in his walk and turning suddenly to his friend.
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