So I paid the house a visit; I was afraid some one else
might find him and he might tell tales."
"And will he tell tales?"
"No," said Lucas, "he will tell no tales."
"How about your spy in the Hotel St. Quentin?"
"Martin, the clerk? Oh, I warned him off before I left," Lucas said
easily. "He will lie perdu till we want him again. And Grammont, you
see, is dead too. There is no direct witness to the thing but the boy
Broux."
"That's as good as to say there is none," Mayenne answered; "for I have
the boy."
XVI
_Mayenne's ward._
Lucas sprang up.
"You have him? Where?"
"Yes, I have him," Mayenne answered with his tantalizing slowness.
"Alive?"
"I suppose so. He had his flogging but I told them I was not done with
him. I thought we might have a use for him. He is in the oratory there."
"Diable! Listening?" cried Lucas, as if a quick doubt of Mayenne's good
faith to him struck his mind.
"Certainly not," Mayenne answered. "The door is bolted; he might be in
the street for all he can hear. The wall was built for that."
"What will you do with him, monsieur?"
"We'll have him out," said Mayenne. Lucas, needing no second bidding,
hastened down the room.
All this while mademoiselle, on the floor at my feet, had neither
stirred nor whispered, as rigid as the statued Virgin herself.
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