"That's right, always be secret," said Jaspar, without any of the
appearance of obligation for the favor which the attorney expected to
see.
"I have secrets in my possession which would ruin some of the best
families in the State of Louisiana."
"Without doubt," replied Jaspar, coldly.
The attorney resumed his writing, and pronounced in an audible tone each
sentence as he committed it to the paper.
"To my beloved brother--Jaspar Dumont--I give and bequeath the sum of
fifty thousand dollars."
These words, as intended, again fired Jaspar's passions.
"Is there no remedy for this?" asked he, hastily.
"No legal remedy," replied Maxwell, indifferently, as he continued his
task.
"Is there any, legal or illegal?"
"None that an honest man would be willing to resort to."
"That any man would resort to?" and Jaspar was not a little provoked at
the attorney's moral inferences.
"I know of none."
"I do."
"Then why do you not put it into operation before it is too late? The
will is now nearly written."
"Pshaw! man; you do not understand me.
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