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Thus it was believed that Cardinal Bonzy had obtained from La Voisin the means of disembarrassing himself of all the persons to whom, in his capacity of Archbishop of Narbonne, he was bound to pay pensions. He surrendered himself to imprisonment in the Bastille, where the hatred of Louvois and La Regnie immured him in a cell only six feet long.
La Regnie received her with all the consideration which was the due of a lady of her worth, held in high esteem by His Majesty himself. He listened in silence to all she had to say concerning Olivier's circumstances, relationships, and character; and also concerning the crime itself.
When day came what had been done in the darkness was brought clearly to light." "But, in the name of all the Saints," cried Mademoiselle Scuderi, "considering all the circumstances which I have told you at such length, can you think of any motive for this diabolical deed?" "Hm!" answered La Regnie. "Cardillac was anything but a poor man. He had valuable jewels in his possession."
"You must learn, Mademoiselle," continued La Regnie, "that Olivier's blood would have been flowing on the Place de Grève before this time, but that his crime is connected with that deeply-hidden mystery which has so long brooded over Paris.
"We must return, Regnie. The clouds are darkening fast, and fog or a thick scud is sweeping up from the southward. Let us have one more look for the steamers, and then we must away to our friends." "There is a steamer on the outer edge of the pack, I think. You will see her smoke in line with the East Point yonder."
"How deep is the snow and slush now, Regnie?" asked the leader of the little party, calmly. "'Bout knee-deep on level ice," said the boy. "Come up here, all of you," said La Salle, ascending the lookout.
"See what a terrible wound there is in the skull." "Let us land him, any way, Regnar. We will get him upon the ice, and to-morrow we can come down here and look into the matter. Gently, now; that's right. Great Heavens! Regnie, lad, are you mad?"
By way of beginning to do something, she wrote to La Regnie a long letter, in which she said that Olivier Brusson had proved to her in the most credible manner his entire innocence of Cardillac's murder, and that nothing but a heroic resolution to carry to the grave with him a secret, the disclosure of which would bring destruction upon an innocent and virtuous person, withheld him from laying a statement before the Court which would completely clear him from all guilt, and show that he never belonged to the band at all.
"Why, Charley, what on earth can we make our stove of?" said Waring. "Sheet iron, of course." "But where is the sheet iron to come from? We haven't any here have we?" "Ah, I know twelve decoys sheet-iron, only they painted." "Yes, Regnie, you have guessed it. Those decoys are about as good sheet iron as is made, and we can burn the paint off, I guess.
Regnie, reach me my powder-horn and the little tin cup of the lantern." Pouring four drachms of gunpowder into the cup, he filled it about half full of water, and setting it near the hot coals under the red hot cylinder, soon dissolved the explosive, forming an inky fluid.
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