The viscount slowly lowered his finger and significantly pointed downward.
"Down there?" whispered Faustina.
The viscount nodded.
"Where we left it?"
"Yes."
"Oh, but that is not safe. There is suspicion. Suppose there should be a search; suppose there should be a discovery?" cried the woman in alarm. For she, who was not afraid of committing the worst crimes, was terribly afraid of meeting their consequences.
"Be at ease. I shall not leave her there long; the sea is near at hand," whispered the viscount.
"Yes, you may cast her into the sea; but the sea sometimes casts back its dead—especially when they have been murdered," shuddered the woman.
"The sea will not cast her back," said the viscount significantly.
"Oh. you will tie a heavy weight to her body! But when will you do it? Oh, I am in agony, until that is removed!"