"Is there no remedy for this?" asked he, hastily. "No legal remedy," replied Maxwell, indifferently, as he continued his task. "Is there any, legal or illegal?" "None that an honest man would be willing to resort to." "That any man would resort to?" and Jaspar was not a little provoked at the attorney's moral inferences. "I know of none." "I do." "Then why do you not put it into operation before it is too late? The will is now nearly written." "Pshaw! man; you do not understand me. A bolder step than you are thinking of." "Well, what do you wait for?" "I need assistance." "If I can afford you any aid, _honorably_, I shall be most happy." "_Honorably_! What the devil do you mean by _honorably_?" said Jaspar, exasperated by this unexpected display of morality. "What do I mean by honorably? Why, anything which does not affect the legal or moral rights of others," replied Maxwell, a little touched by the seeming reflection of Jaspar. "Fudge! how long have you been so conscientious?" sneered Jaspar. "When a man has a reputation to make or break, it becomes him to handle it with care." "Out upon you, man! _Your_ reputation is not so fair, that you need be so tender of it," replied Jaspar, with some severity. "Sir!" "O, you needn't '_sir_' me! You have led me to commit myself, and now assume a virtue you possess not." "Sir, I value my reputation, and--" "Of course you do, but you would not sacrifice a fortune for it," interrupted Jaspar, easily changing the tenor of the conversation. "I certainly would not stain it unnecessarily," replied Maxwell, with a meaning smile, for he saw the folly of attempting the "high flight" with Jaspar. "Now you talk sensibly," said Jaspar. "Mr. Dumont, it is useless to beat about the bush any longer; if you have any proposition to make, out with it at once; and if I cannot aid you, I will, at least, keep your secret." "Will you swear never to reveal what I shall propose?" "Yes, if paid for it," said Maxwell, frankly. "It is well. Now, I will put you in the way of making ten thousand dollars, if you so will," said Jaspar, slapping the attorney on the back with a familiarity which was likely to breed contempt. This was a tempting offer, and Maxwell prepared to listen to the proposition. He was aware that it was some design upon the estate of Colonel Dumont, and he inwardly resolved to be a gainer by the operation, whether he joined in it or not. Jaspar Dumont laid aside his sternness, and disclosed his plot to Maxwell. It was, as may be supposed, a nefarious scheme, and not only intended to deprive Henry Carroll of his legacy, but also to disinherit the heiress, and cast a stigma upon the character of his brother. The plot we will not here disclose.