"La Corne
St. Luc and Pierre Philibert are commissioned by the Governor to
search for that girl. They will not leave a stone unturned, a
corner unransacked in New France. They will find out through the
Hurons and my own servants that a woman has been concealed in
Beaumanoir. They will suspect, if they do not discover who she was.
They will not find her on earth,--they will look for her under the
earth. And, by St. Maur! it makes me quake to think of it, Cadet,
for the discovery will be utter ruin! They may at last dig up her
murdered remains in my own Chateau! As you said, the Bastile and
the Place de Greve would be my portion, and ruin yours and that of
all our associates."
Cadet held up his pipe as if appealing to Heaven. "It is a cursed
reward for our charitable night's work, Bigot," said he. "Better
you had never lied about the girl. We could have brazened it out or
fought it out with the Baron de St. Castin or any man in France!
That lie will convict us if found out!"
"Pshaw! the lie was a necessity," answered Bigot, impatiently.
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