"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 assistance," 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
circumstances."
Jaspar grinned a sickly smile.
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