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I suppose that bullet was meant for you!" "There can be little doubt of it. L'Estang must have had good ground for his warning." "You will have to put an end to this, Edmond." "As soon as this marriage is over, the Admiral has promised to make another appeal to the king. With Henry to speak a word for me as well, I think Charles will restore my estates.
There seemed to me something cowardly in this running away from danger, but L'Estang mocked at my scruples. "What can you do?" he asked. "At present there is no Huguenot party.
"As true a heart as beat in France!" I said. "Yes," agreed L'Estang, "he was a gallant youngster. Turning from him I saw you fall, and ran across the room. The mob recognized me as Monseigneur's attendant, or it would have gone hard with you. Even as it was but there, do the details matter? I got you away at last to the room I had prepared; then it was necessary to return to my patron."
But, unless L'Estang helped in the plot, I cannot understand how it was carried out!" We sat talking half the night, but without coming any nearer to solving the problem, and at last, thoroughly tired, I went to bed. Out of the whole tangle one thing only was plain Etienne Cordel was playing a desperate game, and no scruples would prevent him from winning it.
Cordel either suspects or knows that I am your friend. Calling Jacques, I handed the note to him, and asked his opinion. "It does not help us a bit," he declared; "it explains nothing. If L'Estang is a false friend, as I believe, he is merely trying by this note to throw dust into your eyes. If, on the other hand, he was not a party to the plot, the mystery remains the same."
As you would not smile upon my friend, the Chevalier de Vidalinc, nor condescend to listen to the suit of the Marquis de l'Estang, I concluded to go in search of somebody that would be more likely to please your fastidious taste, and, my dear, I have found him. Such a charming, perfect, ideal husband he will make! I am convinced that you will dote upon him."
"Pardon me, monsieur," exclaimed Jacques hesitatingly, "but are you sure this adventurer is your friend? He once tried to take your life; he belongs to the opposite camp, and he is a henchman of Monseigneur's, who certainly does not love the Huguenots. You have done this man a service, but it is easy to forget benefits." "I am afraid that is so, Jacques, yet I cannot doubt L'Estang.
He wore a large plumed hat which was drawn partly over his forehead, and he was, besides, closely muffled, but I had no difficulty in recognizing him as Renaud L'Estang. Telling Felix I would follow in a few minutes, I turned aside with the adventurer into the courtyard of a large house where we were not likely to be interrupted.
You have journeyed from Paris on purpose to see me!" "To warn you of danger!" "From Cordel? He is my bitter enemy, and hates me, though I scarcely know why." "The reason is plain. You are in his way, and baulk his plans. He has been very useful to Monseigneur, and is deep in his secrets." "But that does not concern me!" L'Estang looked at me a moment before replying.
Bartholomew had spread far and wide; the whole country was wild with excitement, and in the various towns through which we passed the unhappy Huguenots were being hounded mercilessly to death. Thanks, however, to L'Estang, I was never in any danger, and at length we arrived at the gates of what had become a veritable city of refuge.
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