Theodor looked from the speaker to his companions, each in turn, and Ellerey keenly watched the man's eyes to note if any look of understanding were exchanged. He could detect none.
"Of course, of course, it is a good spot for such matter, but if one is killed?"
"Well, Theodor, there is earth enough in the garden for burial."
Theodor shrugged his shoulders.
"And you will call none to help you with that work?"
"No. Have I not said that the matter is private?"
"And there is no surgeon."
"I have sufficient skill for that," was the answer. "Come, Theodor, time presses, and the moon will not serve us long."
"Is it in the cause?"
"No," said Baron Petrescu, sharply, as though he were afraid some different answer would be given, but Ellerey could not help believing that the cause, whatever it might be, was at the bottom of the whole affair, that the Baron had designedly insulted him that evening because of it, and that his speedy removal was considered necessary to the well-being of it. Theodor did not seem to believe the Baron's statement either, but it was apparent that either he had not the power or the desire to oppose the Baron, for he answered quickly: