But
Broussard went on.
"Zen you came, M'sieur, 'long wiz ze girl. Ze Capitaine he laugh, eet
was so easy. Why ze girl, M'sieur?"
"Philip Henley was married."
"Non, non, impossible; eet cannot be shown. 'T is not of ze record.
Ze Capitaine not 'fraid any more; he just play wiz you like ze cat wiz
ze mouse. He know Philip dead; he has ze proof, an' now he breaks ze
will, an' gets ze monies. Ze damn dog rich now; zen he be more rich."
"Do you know an executor of the will named Neale--P. B. Neale?"
"Oui, M'sieur."
"Who is he? What does he look like?"
"He vas a planter two mile west Carrollton. I see heem maybe ten days
ago--leetle short man wif bald head."
He poured out another drink of brandy, and, downing it, pushed back his
chair.
"By Gar, I talk too mooch, maybe," he said, yawning. "But eet make no
dif. Ze Capitaine he cop ze monies just ze same, an' eet better you
know. Now I turn in an' sleep."
He crossed the cabin to his stateroom, and closed the door.
CHAPTER XXIX
UNDER WAY
The negro brought the girl's lunch on a tray, and I took it in to her,
barely pausing long enough to speak a few encouraging words, for fear
of some interruption. Then I sat down and watched while the remnants
of our meal were being removed.
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