"Certainly; your young cousin."
"Hush!" said Hugo, angerly. "How dare you call him my cousin?"
"Because he was your cousin," said the other firmly. "He stood between you and the property, and that is why you wanted me to put him out of the way."
"I won't discuss that matter just now—I will simply ask you if you mean to assure me that the boy is dead?"
"Yes."
"You can swear it?"
"Of course. He is at the bottom of a well in a distant Western State, unless he has been fished out."
"He must have been very careless to fall in, whoever he was," said Hugo.
"Very much so!" said Fitzgerald mockingly.