Chapter 45. The Rain of Blood
As the jeweller returned to the apartment, he cast around him a
scrutinizing glance—but there was nothing to excite suspicion, if it did
not exist, or to confirm it, if it were already awakened. Caderousse’s
hands still grasped the gold and bank-notes, and La Carconte called up
her sweetest smiles while welcoming the reappearance of their guest.
“‘Well, well,’ said the jeweller, ‘you seem, my good friends, to have
had some fears respecting the accuracy of your money, by counting it
over so carefully directly I was gone.’
“‘Oh, no,’ answered Caderousse, ‘that was not my reason, I can assure
you; but the circumstances by which we have become possessed of this
wealth are so unexpected, as to make us scarcely credit our good
fortune, and it is only by
