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 embarrassed
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.
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