“How did you learn that?” he asked Daniel.
“Through the man whom my friend Maxime had hired to murder me.”
Positively this threatened to be too much for Henrietta’s mind.
“Ah! I thought the mean coward would try to get you out of the way, Daniel. I wrote to you to be careful.”
“And I received your letter, my darling, but too late. After having missed me twice, the assassin fired at me; and I was in my bed, a ball in my chest, dying.”
“What has become of the murderer?” asked Papa Ravinet.
“He was arrested.”
“Then he confessed?”
“Yes, thanks to the astonishing cleverness of the magistrate who carried on the investigation.”
“What has become of him?”