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The Marquis is my friend; he is also the friend of the charming Mademoiselle. All that we wish, all that we would do is as much in her interest as in his own. But it is impossible that my old friend shall remain in confinement. On what condition, monsieur, will you release the Marquis de Boisdhyver?" "On the condition, naturally, that my friend Dan Frost is released from the Southern Cross." "Ah!
And, as I said before it is signed, 'ancois de Boisdhyver. There, you can read it. That's the best I can make of it." Dan bent over his friend's translation.
Peering in through this, Dan found he could get a view of a small section of the interior, the end of the great Dorsetshire cabinet on the farther side of the room and a part of the wall. Before the cabinet, bending over its shelf, stood the familiar form of the Marquis de Boisdhyver, apparently absorbed in a minute examination of the carving.
Helena; and, as you may not know, the Marechal de Boisdhyver was killed on the plains of Waterloo. Allons; when he left Deal, he concealed in a hidden chamber, which one enters, I believe, from a room you call the Oak Parlour, a large treasure, of jewels and gold.
The Marquis de Boisdhyver stood for a moment, as Dan left him, motionless in front of the cabinet. His face was bright with surprise and delight, his eyes alert with interest and cunning. After a moment's hesitation he stole cautiously to the window, and seeing Frost was engaged in conversation with Jesse, he sprang back with quick steps to the cabinet.
In the meantime, fortunately before the Marquis reached the Port Road, Jesse had returned, accompanied by the able-bodied Ezra Manners, and laden with the supply of arms and ammunition that Pembroke had ordered. Within half-an-hour Tom and Monsieur de Boisdhyver were seated together in the dining-room. "Ah, and where is Monsieur Dan?" asked the Marquis, with an affectation of cheerfulness.
As Nancy entered her room, Dan distinctly heard Monsieur de Boisdhyver whisper, "More success next time, mademoiselle!" There was no reply. The Marquis turned, stole softly up the stairs, and in a moment Dan heard the click of the latch as he closed his door. He slipped out from his hiding place, and whispered to Tom. In a few moments they were back again in their bedroom.
If I am not mistaken Captain Bonhomme will come to the shore for my directions. You speak French, monsieur?" "Not at all," Dan replied. "Ah!" sighed the lady, "you lose a great deal." "I might have learned some this winter," said Dan; "for we have had a French gentleman as our guest at the Inn." "Indeed! And who, may I ask, is your French gentleman?" "His name is the Marquis de Boisdhyver.
See, it is signed ...'ancois de Boisdhyver'. I remember perfectly that the signature of the other was missing, except for the letters 'F-r-' It is, it must be, Francois de Boisdhyver, who, the Marquis says, was my father.
The old marquis watched Pembroke's movements out of the corner of his eye, still somewhat deliberately sipping his tea. Manners, meanwhile, had entered, and stood respectfully in the doorway, oddly enough also with a pistol in his hand. Suddenly Monsieur de Boisdhyver placed his teacup on the table, and leaning back in his chair, surveyed Tom with an air of indignant astonishment.
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