"Why, doctor, I thought that you or I could use a few bars; and that, if we acted in concert, we might be able to take away, at various times, and secrete, in some place or other, enough to make us rich men for all our lives."
"I should like to see this gold before I said anything about it," replied the doctor, thoughtfully.
"As you please; do you find a lamp that will not go out by the sudden draughts of air, or have the means of relighting it, and I will accompany you."
"When?"
"This very night, good doctor, when you shall see such a golden harvest you never yet hoped for, or even believed in."
"To-night be it, then," replied the doctor. "I will have a lamp that will answer our purpose, and some other matters."
"Do, good doctor," and the count left the philosopher's cell.
"The plan takes," said the count to the countess, "give me the keys, and the worthy man will be in safety before daylight."
"Is he not suspicious?"