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Honoré but that excellent spy of Sully's, Monsieur de Pepicot? I begged him to come into a tavern. "There is something you owe me," said I, when we were seated; "an account of how you got out of the Chateau de Lavardin that night without leaving any trace." "It was nothing," said the long-nosed man meekly.
"But is there time to-day?" "No; it will soon be supper time. But there will be time to-morrow. You shall stay here to-night." "With great pleasure; but there are some poor things of mine at the cabaret yonder I should like to have by me." "I will send a man for your baggage," said the Count. "Then I shall have nothing to mar my happiness," said Monsieur de Pepicot composedly.
"Nor have I beheld him since, though I have been looking about." "That is very strange, that he should take his baggage from the room," said the Count, exchanging a look of surprise with the Captain. He then called two servants and gave them orders quietly, which must have been to search the house and grounds for Monsieur de Pepicot.
Your dog to-day pays for my man you killed last week." "Pish, it's easy enough to find rascals like that by the score. Not so, dogs like this. Well, talking won't make him live again Good morning, Monsieur. Where is your comrade, Monsieur de Pepicot?" I could only answer that on waking I had been disappointed of seeing either Monsieur de Pepicot or his baggage.
I clambered up, crossed the balustrade, went along the house, and entered the hall. Monsieur de Pepicot was just in the act of saying "Checkmate." The Count's face turned a shade more ashen, and he looked unhappy. Presently he smiled, however, and said peevishly: "Well, you must give me an opportunity of revenge. We must play another game." "I shall be much honoured," said Monsieur de Pepicot.
I was very anxious to remain at the chateau for the present, and feared rather dismissal than the enforced continuance there which the long-nosed man had fancied might be our fate. So, to make sure, I said: "If Monsieur the Count will do me the honour of a game to-morrow, I will try to make a better contest than I did against Monsieur de Pepicot."
"It will be necessary to give names and some account of ourselves, no doubt, before all is done. We shall not be expected to know anything of each other, having only met as travellers so recently. To the Count I will call myself Monsieur de Pepicot, a poor gentleman of Amiens. As for you, is there any reason why you shouldn't use your own name?
"From different parts," said my long-nosed companion. "We have only met as strangers going opposite ways. I am Monsieur de Pepicot, of the neighbourhood of Amiens, travelling to Angers to see some kinsfolk." The Count turned to me, and I recited my name and place, adding that I was going to Paris, to see a little of the world, and therefore journeying somewhat indirectly.
"Oh, by the discovery of certain documents, no doubt," said Monsieur de Pepicot, with a notable unconsciousness. "It is the usual way, is it not?" "Aha! I begin to see now. You overdo the innocence, my friend. I begin to guess what you were doing at Lavardin " "Monsieur, I know not what you mean."
"You may laugh with your lips, Count, but I laugh at you in my heart. Don't think Monsieur de Pepicot is the only man who can get out of the Chateau de Lavardin." The reminder somewhat sobered the Count. "I had the means, too," I went on, "to fly with Madame far from this place. We might indeed have been a half-day's ride away by this time. I assure you it is true.
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