Have
you discovered the hidden place of your fair fugitive yet?" She
said this just as he turned to depart. It was the feminine
postscript to their interview.
Bigot's avoidance of any allusion to the death of Caroline was a
terrible mark of suspicion; less in reality, however, than it
seemed.
Bigot, although suspicious, could find no clue to the real
perpetrators of the murder. He knew it had not been Angelique
herself in person. He had never heard her speak of La Corriveau.
Not the smallest ray of light penetrated the dark mystery.
"I do not believe she has left Beaumanoir, Bigot," continued
Angelique; "or if she has, you know her hiding-place. Will you
swear on my book of hours that you know not where she is to be
found?"
He looked fixedly at Angelique for a moment, trying to read her
thoughts, but she had rehearsed her part too often and too well to
look pale or confused. She felt her eyebrow twitch, but she pressed
it with her fingers, believing Bigot did not observe it, but he did.
"I will swear and curse both, if you wish it, Angelique," replied
he.
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