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However, Peyrot sat down to my dinner: I can be back before he has finished his three kinds of wine." "Stop, Étienne," Monsieur commanded. "I forbid you. You are gray with fatigue. Vigo shall go." M. Étienne turned on him in fiery protest; then the blaze in his eyes flickered out, and he made obedient salute. "So be it. Let him go. I am no use; I bungle everything I touch.
My lord's voice was as unsteady as mine. "But the ladder?" I murmured. "The ladder broke. But you had hold beyond the break. You hung on till we seized you. And then you swooned." "What a baby!" I said, getting to my feet. "But the men, monsieur? Peyrot?" "I think we've seen the last of those worthies. They took to their heels when you escaped them." "But, monsieur, they've gone to inform!
There are four behind us. Go!" "You first!" But I, who had snatched up his sword as he stabbed Lucas, ran back to guard the door. He had the sense to see there was no good arguing. Crying, "Quick after me, Félix!" he crawled out on the ladder. Peyrot was released. Another blow from the ram, and the door fell to finders. They leaped in over the table like a freshet over a dam.
"M. de Mar doesn't seem able to get it through his head that I know nothing whatever of this affair." "No, I certainly don't get that through my head." Peyrot regarded him with an air ill-used yet compassionate, such as he might in his monkish days have employed toward one who could not be convinced, for instance, of the efficacy of prayer.
"To-night? I go to a supper-party at St. Germain. What have you to say about that?" "Last night, then," M. Étienne amended, with rising temper. "If you want me to shout it out on your stairs, the St. Quentin affair." "Now, what may you mean by that?" called the voice from within. If Peyrot was startled by the name, he carried it off well. "You know what I mean.
What we had heard him lock in the chest might have been these very pistols that he had afterward taken out again. Three men had fled from M. de Mirabeau's alley; we had no means of knowing whether this Peyrot were he who ran as we came up, he whom I had encountered, or he who had engaged M. Étienne. And did we know, that would not tell us which of the three had stabbed and plundered Huguet.
Piety and Gloom and Grace, I bang my door shut in your face! Gloom and Grace and Piety, I set my dog on such as ye! Finishing his stave, he continued to beat time with his heel on the floor and to gaze upon the ceiling. But I think we could not have twitched a finger without his noting it. M. Étienne rose and leaned across the table toward him. "M. Peyrot has made his fortune in Paris?
Had we been sure of our suspicions, we would have charged him, pistol or no pistol, trusting that our quickness would prevent his shooting, or that the powder would miss fire, or that the ball would fly wide, or that we should be hit in no vital part; trusting, in short, that God was with us and would in some fashion save us. But we could not be sure that the packet was with Peyrot.
That Peyrot had come off scot-free put me out of patience, too, but I regretted the gold we had given him more than the wounds we had not. The money, on the contrary, troubled M. Étienne no whit; what he had never toiled for he parted with lightly. We came to our gates and went straightway up the stairs to Monsieur's cabinet.
Then came a low laugh and the muttered words: "Here we are, M. de Lorraine. Are you ready?" There was a stir of feet on the landing before me, behind the voice. The house, then, was full of Lucas's cutthroats, the first of them Peyrot. In the height of my terror, I remembered that M. Étienne's life, too, depended on my wits, and I kept them.
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