He would have no more compunction over drowning her than he would have had over drowning a blind kitten.
"It's cursed luck," he said.

"But we have got the necklace--that's something.

That's our share, do you see?
The young spark can look for the rest." But Helene Vauquier's wish prevailed.

She was the leader.

They would keep the girl until she came to Geneva.
They took her upstairs into the big bedroom overlooking the lake.