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The Mayor looked round him, sudden beads of sweat on his brow. "MON DIEU!" he cried. "You are all in it. Here, you, do you know this person?" La Trape, to whom he addressed himself, shrugged his shoulders. "I should," he said. "The Mayor is pretty well known about here." "The Mayor?" "Ay." "But I am the Mayor I," Grabot answered eagerly, tapping himself on the breast in the most absurd manner.
"Go, and stare at Judith there, cutting off the head of Holofernes" for that was the story of the tapestry "and come when I call you." La Trape went to the other end of the chamber. "Well," the King said, inviting me by a sign to sit down beside him, "is it a comedy or a tragedy, my friend? Or, tell me, what was it he meant when he said that about the other milk?"
But as I made it a rule throughout my term of office to avoid, as far as possible, all participation in bed-chamber intrigues, I wasted little time on the matter, but returning to my dinner, took up the conversation where I had left it. Before I rose, however, La Trape came to me and again interrupted me. He announced that a messenger from his Majesty was waiting in the hall.
It might, and probably would, save my credit with the King; but it would not exalt me in others' eyes, or increase my reputation as a manager. If there were any other way and so reflecting, I thought of La Trape and his story. Still I was half way to the door when I paused, and turned. My wife was still weeping. "It is no good crying over spilled milk, Madame," I said severely.
La Trape emptied the cup among the green boughs that filled the hearth, and hastened to withdraw. It seemed to be too late to make further inquiries that night; so after listening to two or three explanations which the King hazarded, but which had all too fanciful an air in my eyes, I took my leave and retired.
Infected by his assurance, I could still see no issue; and no object in such an intrigue. And in the end I contented myself with bidding him watch the Spaniard closely, and report to me the following evening; adding that he might confide the matter to La Trape, who was a supple fellow, and of the two the easier companion.
We return to Fontainebleau by the Rock of the Serpents." His eyes met mine; he read my thoughts, and for a second held his breath. A cold shadow fell upon his sallow face, and then for an instant I thought that he would resist. But the stern countenances of La Trape and Boisrosé, who had ridden up to his rein and stood awaiting his answer with their swords drawn, determined him.
"But there is no question of that here," I said. "Let us be clear. Do you say that the cat did not die of the milk?" "I see no proof that it did," he answered. "And many things to show that it died of poison administered by puncture." "But then," I answered, in no little confusion of thought, "what of La Trape?"
I'm going away as soon as I possibly can. Can you tell me where the nearest railway station is?" "There's none closer than Everton, and that's a matter of five mile from here." "I must get there as quickly as possible. What road shall I take?" "Do you think, Miss, I'd let a pretty young lady like you trape the lanes in the dead of night? No, no; carrier goes between two and three in the morning.
"A little before ten last evening," I said, seeing that La Trape was too far gone for speech. "Ah! And the man?" "An hour later." Du Laurens shook his head, and was preparing to lay down the cat, which he had taken in his hands, when some appearance led him to examine it again and more closely. "Why what is this?" he exclaimed, in a tone of surprise, as he took the body to the window.
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