“FROM THE PRISON AT ORAN.
“DEAR NEPHEW,—When you read this letter, I shall have ceased to
live.
“Be quite easy, no proof can be found to incriminate you. When I
am dead and your Jesuit of a Chardin fled, the trial must
collapse. The face of our Adeline, made so happy by you, makes
death easy to me. Now you need not send the two hundred thousand
francs. Good-bye.
“This letter will be delivered by a prisoner for a short term whom
I can trust, I believe.