The letter is for you then." "Give it to me." The peasant took off his hat, pulled out the lining, and from between it and the felt he took a piece of paper which resembled another lining, and seemed at first sight to be blank.

Then, with a military salute, he offered the paper to Morgan, who turned it over and over and could see no writing; at least none was apparent.
"A candle," he said.
They brought a wax light; Morgan held the paper to the flame.

Little by little, as the paper warmed, the writing appeared.

The experience appeared familiar to the young men; the Breton alone seemed surprised.
To his naive mind the operation probably seemed like witchcraft; but so long as the devil was aiding the royalist cause the Chouan was willing to deal with him.
"Gentlemen," said Morgan, "do you want to know what the master says ?" All bowed and listened, while the young man read: MY DEAR MORGAN--If you hear that I have abandoned the cause, and am in treaty with the government of the First Consul and the Vendean leaders, do not believe it.

I am a Breton of Brittany, and consequently as stubborn as a true Breton.