been deterred by a fear of losing my revenge!"

"I understand; but allow me to conclude. According to you, Mademoiselle
Marguerite possesses several millions. According to him, she hasn't a
penny of her own. Which is right? I believe he is. His desire to borrow
a hundred thousand francs of me proves it; and, besides, he wouldn't
have come this morning to tell me a falsehood, which would be discovered
to-morrow. Still, if he is telling the truth, it is impossible to
explain the foul conspiracy you have suffered by."

This objection had previously presented itself to Pascal's mind, and
he had found an explanation which seemed to him a plausible one. "M. de
Chalusse was not dead," said he, "when M. de Coralth and M. de Valorsay
decided on this plan of ridding themselves of me. Consequently,
Mademoiselle Marguerite was still an heiress."

"That's true; but the very day after the commission of the crime, the
accomplices must have discovered that it could do them no good; so, why
have they still persisted in their scheme?"

Pascal tried to find a satisfactory answer, but failed.

"There must be some iniquitous mystery in this affair, which neither you
nor I suspect," remarked the baron.

"That is exactly what my mother told me."

"Ah! that's Madame Ferailleur's opinion? Then it is a good one. Come,
let us reason a little. Mademoiselle Marguerite loved you, you say?"

"Yes."

"And she has suddenly broken off the engagement?"

"She wrote to me that the Count de Chalusse extorted from her a promise
on his death-bed, that she would marry the Marquis de Valorsay."

The baron sprang to his feet. "Stop," he cried--"stop! We now have a
clue to the truth, perhaps. Ah! so Mademoiselle Marguerite has written
to you that M. de Chalusse commanded her to marry the marquis! Then the
count must have been fully restored to consciousness before he breathed
his last. On the other hand, Valorsay pretends that Mademoiselle
Marguerite is left without resources, simply because the count died
too suddenly to be able to write or to sign a couple of lines. Can you
reconcile these two versions of the affair, M. Ferailleur? Certainly
not. Then which version is false? We must ascertain that point. When
shall you see Mademoiselle Marguerite again?"

"She has requested me NEVER to try to see her again."

"Very well! She must be disobeyed. You must discover some way of seeing
her without anyone's knowledge. She is undoubtedly watched, so don'