"Name it."
"It is, that you sign this bond never again to land in America, and to preserve entire silence in regard to the information you have obtained;"
and Jaspar read an instrument he had drawn up, to blind the eyes of the overseer.
"I agree to it."
"It is well. But a further difficulty presents itself. I have not so much money in the world. The estate, perhaps you know, consists mostly of real estate, stocks, negroes, &c. I have not five thousand dollars by me."
The overseer looked at Jaspar with a keen, contemptuous glance, as if to read any attempt on his part to dupe him; but the wily planter moved not a muscle.
"Then you cannot, if you would, consummate the bargain?" said he.
"I said not so," returned Jaspar. "I only remarked that a difficulty had presented itself."
"Pray explain yourself."
"The difficulty can be removed."
"Well, how? What new risk must I run?"
"No risk. To tell you all in a few words, I have the money in gold buried on the estate."
"That will suit me better. I prefer gold."
"It is buried three feet under ground, in the slave jail. I selected that place to bury it, because I could dig without attracting attention."
"It can easily be brought to light. An hour"s work with the spade will unearth it."
"True; but I have not the strength to dig. Besides, I am engaged with a friend in the nest room."
Dalhousie accepted the excuse, for he had seen De Guy, as he was walking in the garden, half an hour before.
"I can dig it up myself. Show me the spot."
"Very well; but sign the bond first."
"Of course, if you keep not your faith with me, the bond is nothing,"
said Dalhousie, as he affixed his signature to the paper, which Jaspar folded carefully, and put in his pocket.
"Here are directions which will enable you to find it without the necessity of my attending you;" and he handed him a slip of paper, upon which were written minute directions to the supposed locality of the treasure.
"But, suppose," said Dalhousie, after he had read the directions, "while I am digging, you should close the doors upon me?"
"Honor!" said Jaspar, laying his hand upon the place where the heart belonged, with an amusing contortion of the facial muscles.
"I have not the highest confidence in _your_ honor."
"Perhaps not; but I can suggest a better protection. Have you any person at hand upon whose faith you can rely?"
"None but my wife," replied Dalhousie, carelessly, for the mortifying fact seemed laden with nothing of bitterness.
"So much the better. She will be true. Station her at the door, and, if she sees me approach, you can be sure to be on the outside when I close the door."
Jaspar"s air of sincerity did as much to a.s.sure him as the fitness of the plan suggested, and the overseer determined to adopt it.
Briefly he narrated to his wife--though with some variations and concealments, for he knew she would not endorse all his operations--the history of the affair, and the good fortune that awaited him; and requested her attendance at the jail, to stand sentry over the gloomy den, while he dug up the treasure.
De Guy"s patience was nearly exhausted when the overseer and his wife made their appearance. He had only time to conceal himself in a cane-field, when the doomed couple reached the jail. Dalhousie walked twice round it, before he ventured to enter the building. Stationing his wife at the door, he proceeded to measure out the locality of the supposed treasure.
De Guy watched them. For half an hour he remained quiet, when the vigilance of the lady-sentinel began to abate, and, by the exercise of extreme caution, he succeeded in reaching, undiscovered, the rear of the jail. Cat-like, he crept to the corner, and listened. He could hear their conversation. Carefully he stole round to the corner nearest to the door. For an instant the wife had left her station, to observe the progress of her husband"s labor. The time had come, and the attorney was not the man to let the favorable moment pa.s.s unimproved. With a rapidity which seemed utterly incompatible with his rotund corporation, he flew to the door, and sprung the trap upon the hapless pair, in the midst of their vision of wealth and happiness.
Carefully locking the doors of the dungeon, he walked back to the mansion as coolly as though he had only impounded his neighbor"s cow.
Entering the library, he found Jaspar impatiently waiting his return.
"Are they safe?" said he.
"As safe as your jail-walls can make them. Your plan was a clumsy one, but I _forced_ it to succeed."
"Did they not enter without scruple?"
"Yes, but the sentinel."
"Pshaw! did you not know she would desert her post? If she saw not danger, she would fear none in the day-time,--it is woman-like."
"Not always; but it matters not; they are safe. Now to business."
"Business!" exclaimed Jaspar, with a start, and a wild stare at the attorney. "The business is done."
"Not all of it. There are other enemies in the field."
"What mean you?" said Jaspar, alarmed. "Are we not safe yet?"
"Not quite," replied the smooth attorney, with a quiet smile. "The game you played was a deep one, and you must needs persevere to the end."
"Explain yourself, man; don"t trifle with me," said Jaspar, roused by the smooth smile of the attorney; for that smile seemed to him full of meaning.
"All in good time, my dear sir. Let me beg of you not to be discomposed by anything I may say to you."
Jaspar sneered, but ventured no reply.
"I have served you faithfully, you must acknowledge."
"I will acknowledge nothing," said Jaspar, testily.
"The steamer exploded, you remember," returned De Guy, with an expression of sly humor, which Jaspar did not appreciate.
"I do remember it, by Heaven! But this villanous Dalhousie says my niece was not known to have been killed."