There he was soon joined by his serene second, who entered the carriage and gave the order to the coachman;
"Drive to the Depot St. Lazare."
"Why to the depot?" gloomily inquired the duke, as the coachman closed the door and remounted to his box.
"Because we must get out of Paris—yes, and out of France also," calmly replied the colonel, sinking back in his seat as the cab drove off.
"Who is looking after—after—"
"The body? I left Legare to help Blomonozoff and his servant to remove it. We must get away. An arrest would not be pleasant."
"No, no, certainly not; yet not on that account, but for the peace of my own spirit, I would to Heaven this had not happened!" exclaimed the duke.
"Why? Everything went off most agreeably. Indeed, this was one of the most satisfactory meetings at which I ever assisted," said the colonel, comfortably.
"I wish to Heaven it had never taken place! I would give my right hand to undo its own deed to-day—if that were possible!" groaned the homicide.
"Why should you disturb yourself?—but perhaps this is your first affair of the kind?" calmly inquired the colonel.