"You are right, Bigot! He must be killed in open day and not in a
corner. But who have we among us capable of making sure work of the
Bourgeois?"
"Leave it to me," replied De Pean. "I know one partner of the
Company who, if I can get him in harness, will run our chariot
wheels in triumph over the Golden Dog."
"And who is that?" asked Bigot eagerly.
"Le Gardeur de Repentigny!" exclaimed De Pean, with a look of
exultation.
"Pshaw! he would draw upon us more readily! Why, he is bewitched
with the Philiberts!" replied Bigot.
"I shall find means to break the spell long enough to answer our
purpose, your Excellency!" replied De Pean. "Permit me only to take
my own way with him."
"Assuredly, take your own way, De Pean! A bloody scuffle between De
Repentigny and the Bourgeois would not only be a victory for the
Company, but would breakup the whole party of the Honnetes Gens!"
The Intendant slapped De Pean on the shoulder and shook him by the
hand. "You are more clever than I believed you to be, De Pean. You
have hit on a mode of riddance which will entitle you to the best
reward in the power of the Company to bestow.
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