“Although I may express myself with some degree of pleasantry,” replied
the Doctor, “the purport of my words is entirely serious. And the first
thing we have to do, my young friend, is to empty your coffer of all
that it contains.”
Silas, obeying the authority of Doctor Noel, put himself at his
disposition. The Saratoga trunk was soon gutted of its contents, which
made a considerable litter on the floor; and then—Silas taking the
heels and the Doctor supporting the shoulders—the body of the murdered
man was carried from the bed, and, after some difficulty, doubled up
and inserted whole into the empty box. With an effort on the part of
both, the lid was forced down upon this unusual baggage, and the trunk
was locked and corded by the Doctor’s own hand, while Silas disposed of
what had been taken out between the closet and a chest of drawers.
“Now,” said the Doctor, “the first step has been taken on the way to
your deliverance. To-morrow, or rather to-day, it must be your task to
allay the suspicions of your porter, paying him all that you owe; while
you may trust me to make the arrangements necessary to a safe
conclusion. Meantime, follow me to my room, where I shall give you a
safe and powerful opiate; for, whatever you do, you must have rest.”
The next day was the longest in Silas’s memory; it seemed as if it
would never be done. He denied himself to his friends, and sat in a
corner with his eyes fixed upon the Saratoga trunk in dismal
contemplation. His own former indiscretions were now returned upon him
in kind; for the observatory had been once more opened, and he was
conscious of an almost continual study from Madame Zéphyrine’s
apartment. So distressing did this become, that he was at last obliged
to block up the spy-hole from his own side; and when he was thus
secured from observation he spent a considerable portion of his time in
contrite tears and prayer.
Late in the evening Dr. Noel entered the room carrying in his hand a
pair of sealed envelopes without address, one somewhat bulky, and the
other so slim as to seem without enclosure.
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