You concealed this will.

Not Tardif but yourself is open to the law." She shrank under the brutality of his manner, but she ruled herself to outward composure.

She was about to reply when he added, with a sneer: "Avarice is a debasing vice--Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's house! Thou shalt not steal!" "Monsieur," she said calmly, "it would have been easy to destroy the will.

Have you not thought of that ?" For a moment he was taken aback, but he said harshly: "If crime were always intelligent, it would have fewer penalties." She shrank again under the roughness of his words.

But she was fighting for an end that was dear to her soul, and she answered: "It was not lack of intelligence, but a sense of honour--yes, a sense of honour," she insisted, as he threw back his head and laughed.