“That she’s dead? You may take your oath to it I am! I drove the knife into her heart—three times. Besides I had the nerve to wait to make sure. There was no need. She had stopped breathing and her hands were cold.”
“Suppose they were to discover it?”
“It’s impossible. No one goes into her bedroom except in the morning. Till then—they won’t see.”
They did not dare to look one another in the face. Dominique held out his hand. She drew from her bosom ten thousand-franc notes and held them out to him.
He almost snatched them from her and said: “Thanks. If it were to be done again, I should refuse. What am I to do now?”
“Get away. If you run, you’ll catch the others up before they get back to the boat.”
“They’ve got Ralph d’Andresy?”
“Yes.”
“That’s a good thing. He’s been giving me a lot of trouble during the last fortnight. He was very suspicious. By the way—those jewels of the monks.”
“We have them,” said Josephine.