it is useless to distract
one's mind with an incurable evil. Let us speak of yourself, M.
Ferailleur. To what do I owe the honor of this visit?"

"To your own kind offer, monsieur, and the hope that you will help me in
refuting this slander, and wreaking vengeance upon those who have ruined
me."

"Oh! yes, I will help you in that to the full extent of my power,"
exclaimed the baron. But experience reminded him that confidential
disclosures ought not to be made with the doors open, so he rose, shut
them, and returning to Pascal, said: "Explain in what way I can be of
service to you, monsieur."

It was not without many misgivings that Pascal had presented himself
at the baron's house, but after what he had heard he felt no further
hesitation; he could speak with perfect freedom. "It is quite
unnecessary for me to tell you, Monsieur le Baron," he began, "that the
cards which made me win were inserted in the pack by M. de Coralth--that
is proven beyond question, and whatever the consequences may be, I shall
have my revenge. But before striking him, I wish to reach the man whose
instrument he was."

"What! you suppose----"

"I don't suppose--I am sure that M. de Coralth acted in obedience to the
instructions of some other scoundrel whose courage does not equal his
meanness."

"Perhaps so! I think he would shrink from nothing in the way of
rascality. But who could have employed him in this vile work of
dishonoring an honest man?"

"The Marquis de Valorsay."

On hearing this name, the baron bounded to his feet. "Impossible!" he
exclaimed; "absolutely impossible! M. de Valorsay is incapable of the
villainy you ascribe to him. What do I say?--he is even above suspicion.
I have known him for years, and I have never met a more loyal, more
honorable, or more courageous man. He is one of my few trusted friends;
we see each other almost every day. I am expecting a visit from him even
now."

"Still it was he who incited M. de Coralth to do the deed."

"But why? What could have been his object?"

"To win a young girl whom I love. She--loved me, and he saw that I
was an obstacle. He put me out of the way more surely than if he had
murdered me. If I died, she might mourn for me--dishonored, she would
spurn me----"

"Is Valorsay so madly in love with the girl, then?"

"I think he cares but very little for her."

"Then why----"

"She is the heiress of several millions."

It was evident that this explanation did not s