"Show me the papers, and I will decide at once."
"No."
"Then I must consider whether your pretensions are well founded."
"I will not be over nice; but any attempt to play me false shall rest heavily on your own head."
"Honor!" said Jaspar, with something like a smile, but more like a sneer.
With compressed lips, and the scowl of a demon, Jaspar witnessed the departure of the overseer. His case looked desperate, and he felt something like the gloominess of despair. Dalhousie could be disposed of, but the niece!--the niece, if she yet lived, would be the destruction of all his avaricious schemes.
As usual when agitated, he paced the room; and, as he reflected upon the danger, and the desperate remedies which suggested themselves, his manner grew more and more demoniacal. He resolved to trust no man. This was a dark thought, and could proceed only from the darkest mind.
The twenty thousand dollars he could pay; but the man who had such a hold upon him would never be satisfied while a dollar remained. And revenge was sweet! No! Dalhousie must not be _bought_ off! It was a feast to his mind to antic.i.p.ate the torture of the overseer!
An exclamation of satisfaction escaped him, as he suddenly decided upon the means of torture. In imagination he could see before him _the thing_, who had dared to threaten him, lingering out the moments of a hated life in slow agony. The vision was one of pleasure, and he rubbed his hands with delight.
The means of accomplishing his dark purpose then came up for consideration, and in this connection he happened to think of De Guy. He must be the minister of his vengeance, and the herald of his future safety; and he summoned him again to his presence.
CHAPTER XXVI.
"Thou hast stepped in between me and my hopes, And ravished from me all my soul held dear." ROWE.
De Guy returned to the library at Jaspar"s summons. The shrewd attorney at once perceived the conflict which agitated the mind of his patron. He had come to Bellevue with a purpose, and, as Jaspar"s disturbed mind seemed to favor that purpose, he hailed it as an omen of success. But what had so agitated him? Jaspar was not a man to be depressed by any trivial circ.u.mstance.
The attorney did not have to wait long in suspense, for Jaspar related the particulars of his interview with Dalhousie, and mentioned the price he had named to insure his silence. It was now De Guy"s turn to be disturbed. The purpose for which he had come was likely to be thwarted by this new aspirant for a share in the Dumont estates.
"What is to be done?" said Jaspar, in a tone which betrayed his deep anxiety.
"Get rid of him! His story is a fabrication," returned De Guy.
"Not entirely. He knows too much for our safety."
"So much the worse for him!"
"Why? What would you do?"
"Shut his mouth! It matters not how. You do not want to--" and the attorney drew his under lip beneath his upper teeth, and produced an explosive sound, very much like the crack of a pistol, or a champagne-cork, but which Jaspar did not mistake for the latter. "You do not want to--_f-h-t_--him, if you can help it."
"It would be the safest way," returned the other, not at all embarra.s.sed by the attorney"s ambiguous method of expressing himself.
"Perhaps not; though "dead men tell no tales," it is also true that "murder will out." Besides, I have conscientious scruples."
Jaspar sneered at this last remark; but the attorney was too useful an adviser at that moment to be lightly provoked, and he suppressed the angry exclamation which rose to his lips.
"How would the slave jail do?" said he, with a fiendish smile.
"Too public. Our object is to save the man"s life,--an act of humanity; but we must not endanger our own safety."
"No mortal man can ever know that he is confined there. The jail was built under my own direction, and, owing to its peculiar construction, not even the hands on the estate will know that it is occupied. I always keep the keys myself."
"If you are satisfied, it is enough. But how can you get him in?"
"I can manage that, with your a.s.sistance," said Jaspar, who had already arranged every particular. "But his wife?"
"His wife! Has he a wife?"
"Ay; and one who, if I mistake not, will give us more trouble than the fellow himself."
"She must be caged with him."
"You say well, Mr. De Guy. But can you reconcile this advice with your dainty humanity?" said Jaspar, with a sneer.
"Certainly, I can! It were cruelty to separate man and wife, even in death. If I had a wife, I should be sorry to part with her under any circ.u.mstances."
Jaspar grinned a sickly smile.
"But the plan!" continued the attorney. "This loving couple will not willingly occupy your fancy apartment."
"Leave that to me. Go to the jail. Here are the keys. I will send them to you. When they are in, lock the doors!"
De Guy smiled.
"You do not understand me?"
The attorney confessed that he did not.
"Nevertheless, go to the jail, and wait their coming. Unlock the doors, and get out of sight. They will enter, like lambs."
Jaspar explained a little further, and the attorney took his departure to obey his instructions.
At the time appointed, Dalhousie returned to receive Jaspar"s reply.
"You are punctual," said the latter.
"I am," replied Dalhousie, cavalierly. "This business admits of no delay. Are you prepared to give me an answer?"
"Yes," returned Jaspar, endeavoring to a.s.sume a crestfallen air.
"Well, sir, do you accept my terms?"
"I do, on one condition."