"
"Can you ask pay for returning papers that you stole? Well, I
think not!"
Varin was beside himself. He trembled with rage; his eyes were
bloodshot.
"The money....the twenty thousand...." he stammered.
"Impossible! I need it myself."
"The money!"
"Come, be reasonable, and don't get excited. It won't do you any
good."
Daspry seized his arm so forcibly, that Varin uttered a cry of
pain. Daspry continued:
"Now, you can go. The air will do you good. Perhaps you want me
to show you the way. Ah! yes, we will go together to the vacant lot
near here, and I will show you a little mound of earth and stones
and under it---"
"That is false! That is false!"
"Oh! no, it is true. That little iron plate with the seven spots
on it came from there. Louis Lacombe always carried it, and you
buried it with the body--and with some other things that will prove
very interesting to a judge and jury."
Varin covered his face with his hands, and muttered:
"All right, I am beaten. Say no more. But I want to ask you one
question. I should like to know---"
"What is it?"
"Was there a little casket in the large safe?"
"Yes."
"Was it there on the night of 22 June?"
"Yes.
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