But keep the matter to yourself until an hour or so after sunset." He bowed, so utterly my dupe that I could have laughed at him.
Then--"There is a little matter that I would mention," he said.
"Mademoiselle de Canaples has expressed a wish to accompany her father to Paris and has asked me whether this will be permitted her." My heart leaped.

Surely the gods fought on my side! "I cannot permit it," I answered icily.
"Monsieur, you are pitiless," he protested in a tone of indignation for which I would gladly have embraced him.
I feigned to ponder.
"The matter needs consideration.

Tell Mademoiselle that I will discuss it with her at noon, if she will condescend to await me on the terrace; I will then give her my definite reply.

And now, Lieutenant, let us breakfast." As completely as I had duped Montresor did I presently dupe those of the troopers with whom I came in contact, among others the sergeant--and anon the Chevalier himself.
From the brief interview that I had with him I discovered that whilst he but vaguely suspected me to be St.Auban--and when I say "he suspected me" I mean he suspected him whose place I had taken--he was, nevertheless, aware of the profit which his captor, whoever he might be, derived from this business.

It soon grew clear to me from what he said that St.Auban had mocked him with it whilst concealing his identity; that he had told him how he had obtained from Malpertuis the treasonable letter, and of the bargain which it had enabled him to strike with Mazarin.