Tell me, Bertran, or thou art in hell in a moment.' He had to let him up to win from him after a time that his informant was the Count of Saint-Pol.

Little matter that this was untrue, the bringing in of his name set wild alarums clanging in Richard's head.

It was only too likely to have been Saint-Pol's doing; there was obvious reason; but by the same token Saint-Pol might be a liar.

He saw that he must by all means find Saint-Pol, and find him at once.

He began to shout for Gaston.