“For if you were, you were committing a great folly, and have lost a great deal of money.”
“How so?”
“Why, at present only we three know the secret, and could divide the 100,000 francs between us, as they all now think we have given it to M. Bœhmer.”
“Morbleu!” cried the valet, “it is true: 33,300 francs each.”
“Then you accept?”
“I should think so.”
“I said you were a rogue,” said Beausire, in a thundering voice; “come, Don Manoël, help me to seize this man, and give him up to our associates.”
“Pardon! pardon!” cried the unfortunate, “I did but jest.”
“Shut him up until we can devise his punishment.”
The man began to cry out.