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I raised him to his feet, and in a few quick words asked him for mademoiselle. He could not speak, but pointed to the door at his side. It was closed, not locked, and, pushing it open, I dragged him through after me. A cry of anger rose from those on the stair, who feared their prey would escape, and, despite Le Brusquet's appeals, they were no longer to be restrained.
On arrival there we proceeded at once to Le Brusquet's apartments, where he received a joyous welcome from his ape. "Here," he said, as he put the little beast down and took a sword from the wall, "here is the sword you lent me that night. You see it is clean and sharp as ever." "Let it remain, then, in your hands, monsieur, as a trifling remembrance of Bertrand d'Orrain." "I thank you!
It was Le Brusquet's incisive voice that cut in. "Why? There is no reason why we should ever meet again." "There is every reason that is, if you take sufficient interest in the future of Mademoiselle de Paradis." De Lorgnac came back to his seat.
When he had done Le Brusquet said nothing, but remained in a moody silence, staring in front of him, and De Lorgnac turned from him to the window and looked out upon the night. After a little he turned again, and putting his hand on Le Brusquet's shoulder, said: "It looks, old friend, as if we were beaten." Le Brusquet's eyes flashed. "Not yet!
On a sudden I heard the patter of footsteps hasty, rapid footsteps coming towards me along the gallery. I challenged, and got the password on the instant in Le Brusquet's voice, and in a half-minute the little man emerged from the gloom and stood beside me. "I was ready to give my last pistole to see you," I began; but he put up his hand, saying in a low tone, as he pointed to the door: "Hush!
Simon's face I could not see; but as I bent over the two I saw in the glazing eyes of De Ganache the light of an unutterable hate a hate that, mayhap, was carried beyond the grave. "Orrain! Orrain!" Twice the cry rang out Le Brusquet's voice and pushing my way past the mob that had already swarmed in and begun to sack and pillage I ran up the stair.
As for the other, there is only one house in France that bears such features, and the greatest of them all is now King, and owes his being to the man who stood before me. As the lights fell on us I noticed a quick glance pass between the two, and Le Brusquet's hand moved beneath his cloak. It was as if suspicion were gone and he had resheathed his poniard.
The fury of my attack almost lost me the game, and I heard Le Brusquet's low warning: "Have a care. Remember!" Suddenly Simon, who had gained a slight advantage, called out: "I accept. I have lost." And he half raised his blade. I gave back, lowering my point as I did so, and at that moment the door opened, and with a laugh Simon sprang back, and vanished from our sight.
Something soft and furry sprang into my lap. It was Pompon, Le Brusquet's ape, and he looked into my face with soft, melancholy eyes. "Poor little beast!" and I stroked him. "You at least build no pyramids of cards." "Tudieu!" said a voice, "that is true, but for pulling them down he has no equal." And Le Brusquet appeared at the window, which opened out upon the balcony. I rose and came in.
He lifted his arm in the air in answer to my signal, and spurring his beast drew up a minute or so after at the door of the inn. "What news, Capus?" I called out; and he waved a letter that he held in his hand. Making an excuse to mademoiselle I ran down to meet him, and soon had Le Brusquet's letter in my hands.
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