"Touche!" I admitted bitterly enough. Little Marcel, my junior, my unquestioning follower in the old days, was now indeed my better, quite in a position to patronize.
"Continue, if you please, Marcel. Yet, in pa.s.sing, I should like to ask you how much you heard our talk in there just now."
"Nothing," he answered candidly. "When they are so far down the room one cannot hear a word. In the affair of the pistoles they stood near the cabinet at this end. One could not help but hear. As for listening at keyholes, I scorn it."
"Yes, it is well to scorn it. People have an unpleasant trick of opening doors so suddenly."
He laughed cheerfully.
"Old Vigo caught us, certes. Let"s see, where was I? Oh, yes, then Monsieur put on his proud look and said, if it was a case of no one but his son and his cousin, he preferred to drop the matter. But M. le Comte got out of him what the trouble was and went off for Grammont, red as fire. The two together came back to Monsieur and denied up and down that either of them knew aught of his pistoles, or had told of the secret to any one. They say it was easy to see that Monsieur did not believe Grammont, but he did not give him the lie, and the matter came near dropping there, for M. le Duc would not accuse a kinsman. But then Lucas gave a new turn to the affair."
"How long has Lucas been here, Marcel? Who is he?"
"Oh, he"s a rascal of a Huguenot. Monsieur picked him up at Mantes, just before we came to the city. And if he spies on Monsieur"s enemies as well as he does on this household, he must be a useful man. He has that long nose of his in everything, let me tell you. Of course he was present when Monsieur missed the pistoles. So then, quite on his own account, without any orders, he took two of the men and searched M. de Grammont"s room. And in a locked chest of his which they forced open they found five hundred of the pistoles in the very box Monsieur had kept them in."
"And then?"
Marcel made a fine gesture.
"And then, pardieu! the storm broke. M. de Grammont raved like a madman.
He said Lucas was the thief and had put half the sum in his chest to divert suspicion. He said it was a plot to ruin him contrived between Monsieur and his henchman, Lucas. It is true enough, certes, that Monsieur never liked him. He threatened Monsieur"s life and Lucas"s. He challenged Monsieur, and Monsieur declined to cross swords with a thief. He challenged Lucas, and Lucas took the cue from Monsieur. I was not there--on either side of the door. What I tell you has leaked out bit by bit from Lucas, for Monsieur keeps his mouth shut. The upshot of the matter was that Grammont goes at Lucas with a knife, and Monsieur has the guards pitch my gentleman into the street. Then M. le Comte swore a big oath that he would go with Grammont. Monsieur told him if he went in such company it would be forever. M. le Comte swore he would never come back under his father"s roof if M. le Duc crawled to him on his knees to beg him."
"Ah!" I cried; "and then?"
"Marry, that"s all. M. le Comte went straight out of this gate, without horse or squire. And we have not heard a word of either of them since."
He paused, and when I made no comment, said, a trifle aggrieved:
"Eh bien, you take it calmly, but you would not had you been here. It was an altogether lively affair. It wouldn"t surprise me a whit if some day Monsieur should be attacked as he drives out. He"s not one to forget an injury, this M. Gervais de Grammont."
At the name, intelligence flashed over me, sudden and clear as last night"s lightning-gleam. Yet this thing I seemed to see was so hideous, so horrible, that my mind recoiled from it.
"Marcel," I stammered, shuddering, "Marcel--"
"Mordieu! what ails you? Is some one walking on your grave?"
"Marcel, how is M. le Comte named?"
"The Comte de Mar? Oh, do you mean his names in baptism?
Charles-Andre-etienne-Marie. They call him etienne. Why do you ask? What is it?"
It was a certainty, then. Yet I could not bring myself to believe this horrible thing.
"I have never seen him. How does he look?"
"Oh, not at all like Monsieur. He has fair hair and gray eyes--que diable!"
For I had flung open Monsieur"s door and dashed in.
IX
_The honour of St. Quentin._
Monsieur was seated at his table, talking in a low tone and hurriedly to Lucas. They started and stared as I broke in upon them, and then Monsieur cried out to me:
"Ah, Felix! You have come to your senses."
"I will tell Monsieur all, the whole story."
He tested my honesty with a glance, then looked beyond me at Marcel, standing agape in the doorway.
"Leave us, Marcel. Go down-stairs. Leave that door open, and shut the door into the corridor."
Marcel obeyed. Monsieur turned to me with a smile.
"Now, Felix."
I had hardly been able to hold my words back while Marcel was disposed of.
"Monsieur, I knew not, myself, the names of those men. Now I have found out. They--"
My eyes met the secretary"s fixed excitedly upon me and the words died on my tongue. Even in my rage I had the grace to know that this was no story to tell Monsieur before another.
"I will tell Monsieur alone."
"You may speak before M. Lucas," he rejoined impatiently.
"No," I persisted. "I must tell Monsieur alone."
He saw in my face that I had strong reasons for asking it, and said to the secretary:
"You may go, Lucas."
Lucas protested.
"M. le Duc will be wiser not to see him alone. He is not to be trusted.
Perchance, Monsieur, this demand covers an attack on your life."
The warning nettled my lord. He answered curtly:
"You may go."
"Monsieur--"