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"Tell me from first to last what you saw in Rome." Gaydon told him thereupon of that secret passage from the Chevalier's house into the back street, and of that promenade to the Princess's house which he had spied upon. Wogan listened without any remark, and yet without any attempt to quicken his informant. But as soon as he had the story, he set off at a run towards the Cardinal's palace.
Gaydon had to make the best of the business. He bowed. "Mr. Whittington, I think." "Sir," said Whittington, politely, "I am honoured by your memory. For myself, I never forget a face though I see it but for a moment between the light and the dark, but I do not expect the like from my acquaintances. We did meet, I believe, in Paris? You are of Dillon's regiment?"
Then he ran to the window and opened it. Gaydon followed him and drew up the blind. Both men listened and were puzzled. "That's the sound of horseshoes," said Gaydon. "But there's another sound keeping pace with the horseshoes," said Misset. O'Toole leaned on their shoulders, crushing them both down upon the sill of the window.
Did you see him with the King?" Gaydon was becoming manifestly uncomfortable. "He was waiting for the King," he replied. "Indeed. And whereabouts was he waiting for the King?" "Oh, outside a house in Rome," said Gaydon, as though he barely remembered the incident. "It was no business of mine, that I could see." "None whatever, to be sure," answered Wogan, cordially.
It must have been he rather than I they were after. I was but Gaydon, the warder. None suspected that I was Simon Hart, the engineer, nor could they have suspected my nationality. Why, therefore, should they have desired to kidnap a mere hospital attendant?
Besides, he was acquainted neither with Gaydon, who rode within the carriage, nor with Wogan, the servant at the door, nor with O'Toole, the fat man on the box. At nightfall the Prince came to Nazareth, a lonely village amongst the mountains with a single tavern, where he thought to sleep the night.
"And on leave in Rome," said Gaydon, a trifle hastily. "On leave?" said Whittington, idly. "Well, so far as towns go, Rome is as good as another, though, to tell the truth, I find them all quite unendurable. Would I were on leave! but I am pinned here, a watchman with a lantern. I do but lack a rattle, though, to be sure, I could not spring it. We are secret to-night, major.
He was the youngest of the three by five years, but his forehead at this moment was so creased, his mouth so pursed up, his cheeks so wrinkled, he had the look of sixty years. He puffed and breathed very heavily; once or twice he sighed, and at each sigh his chair creaked under him. Major O'Toole of Dillon's regiment was thinking. "Gaydon," said he, suddenly.
"But I have put no money in a lottery," objected Gaydon. "Nor I," said Misset. "And where should I find money either?" said O'Toole. "But Charles Wogan has borrowed it for us and paid it in, and so we're all rich men. What'll I buy with it?" Misset paced the room. "The paper came four days ago?" he said. "Yes, in the morning." "Five days, then," and he stood listening.
Wogan understood that only the truth would unlock his lips, and he cried, "Because unless I do, in a fortnight her Highness will refuse to marry the King." And he recounted to him the walk he had taken and the conversation he had held with Clementina that morning. Gaydon listened with an unfeigned surprise.
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