"Very well," replied the attorney, closing the drawer; "you shall have
it as you will. I shall bid you a good-day,"--and he prepared to depart.
"Stay!" said Jaspar, replacing the pistol; "perhaps I can satisfy you,
though I cannot see what bearing it has upon the subject."
"A very decided bearing, I should say," replied the attorney, not at all
disconcerted by what had happened.
"Perhaps if I had said a million, it were nearer the truth."
"Not a bit. You are still half a million out of the way, at least. Is it
not a million and a half?"
"It may be," said Jaspar, hesitating.
"Perhaps two millions."
"No," said Jaspar, decidedly.
"I suspected two was about the figure, but we will call it a million and
a half."
"Well, what then?" said Jaspar, impatiently.
"One-half of it would be a very pretty fortune," soliloquized De Guy,
loud enough to be heard by his companion.
"No doubt of it," replied Jaspar, with a ghastly smile, which betrayed
but little of the terrible agitation that racked him, as he heard these
words.
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