You are M.de Luynes's lackey, and where the one is, there shall we find the other." "M.

de Luynes ?" came a voice unknown to me.

"That is Mancini's sword-blade of a friend, is it not?
Well, why does he hide himself?
Where is he?
Where is your master, rascal ?" "I am here, Messieurs," I answered, throwing wide the door, and appearing, grim and arrogant, upon the threshold.
Mort de ma vie! Had they beheld the Devil, St.Auban and Vilmorin could not have looked less pleased than they did when their eyes lighted upon me, standing there surveying them with a sardonic grin.
St.Auban muttered an oath, Vilmorin stifled a cry, whilst he who had so loudly called to know where I hid myself--a frail little fellow, in the uniform of the gardes du corps--now stood silent and abashed.
The two women, who had withdrawn into a dark and retired corner of the apartment, stood gazing with interest upon this pretty scene.
"Well, gentlemen ?" I asked in a tone of persiflage, as I took a step towards them.

"Have you naught to say to me, now that I have answered your imperious summons?
What! All dumb ?" "Our affair is not with you," said St.Auban, curtly.
"Pardon! Why, then, did you inquire where I was ?" "Messieurs," exclaimed Vilmorin, whose face assumed the pallor usual to it in moments of peril, "meseems we have been misinformed, and that M.
de Mancini is not here.

Let us seek elsewhere." "Most excellent advice, gentlemen," I commented,--"seek elsewhere." "Monsieur," cried the little officer, turning purple, "it occurs to me that you are mocking us." "Mocking you! Mocking you?
Mocking a gentleman who has been tied to so huge a sword as yours.