Go! Adieu! If we should not meet again, mon brave," I finished, as I seized his loyal hand, "what few things of mine are at the hostelry shall belong to you, as well as what may be left of this money.

It is little enough payment, Michelot, for all your faithfulness--" "Monsieur, Monsieur!" he cried.
"Diable!" I muttered, "we are becoming women! Be off, you knave! Adieu!" The peremptoriness of my tone ended our leave-taking and caused him to grip his reins and bring down his whip.

The coach moved on.

A white face, on which the moonlight fell, glanced at me from the window, then to my staring eyes naught was left but the back of the retreating vehicle, with one of the two saddle-horses that had been tethered to it still ambling in its wake.
"M.

de Montresor," I said, thrusting my bullet-pierced hat upon my head, "I am at your service.".