The tide would come and carry his father's body out, perhaps-far out, and sink it in the deepest depths.

If not that, then the people would bury Olivier Delagarde as a patriot.

He determined that he himself would not live to see such mockery.
As he sped along towards the town he asked himself why nobody suspected the traitor.

One reason for it occurred to him: his father, as the whole island knew, had a fishing-hut at Gorey.

They would imagine him on the way to it when he met the French, for he often spent the night there.
He himself had told his tale to the soldiers: how he had heard the baker and the Frenchman talking at the shop in the Rue d'Egypte.