"I will, and I pray that his knowledge may favor me."
Emily sent one of the maids for Hatchie; but she returned in a few
moments, accompanied by Jaspar, who, hearing her inquiries for the man
his rifle-ball had sent to the other world, had come to prevent any
injurious surmises.
This man, Hatchie, had not escaped Jaspar's attention, in the maturing
of his plot; but, as in some other of the particulars, he had trusted to
the facilities of the moment for the means of silencing him. Being a
man, it was not probable he could know much of the events attending the
birth of Emily to his prejudice. If it should prove that he did, why, it
was an easy thing to get rid of him. His rifle-ball or the slave-market
were always available. But Jaspar's good fortune had smiled upon him,
and he felt peculiarly happy, at this moment, in the reflection that he
was out of the way, for he doubted not the object of Emily in sending
for him.
"Miss Emily," said Jaspar, in a tone of unwonted softness, "I am sorry
to say that your father's favorite servant met with a sad mishap last
night, of which I intended to have informed you before, but have not had
an opportunity.
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