“Oh, I did not understand exactly that,” said the valet. “I thought you would embark for Portugal.”
“And then——”
“M. Bœhmer, like all Germans, will like the sea, and walk on the deck. One day he may slip and fall over, and the necklace will be supposed to have perished with him.”
“Oh, I understand,” said Manoël.
“That is lucky at last.”
“Only,” replied Manoël, “for stealing diamonds one is simply sent to the Bastile, but for murder one is hanged.”
“But for stealing diamonds one may be taken; for a little push to M. Bœhmer we should never even be suspected.”
“Well, we will settle all this afterwards,” said Beausire.
“At present let us conduct our business in style, so that they may say, ‘If he was not really ambassador, at least he seemed like one.’”