Again, he had been banished from France for a share in the Hundred Days.

But, all told, nothing was proved conclusively, though the villagers burrowed and delved and hunted and pried, as villagers are prone to do when a person appears among them and keeps his affairs strictly to himself.
But the next generation partly forgot, and the present only indifferently remembered that, once upon a time, a French _emigre_ had lived and died up there.

They knew all there was to know about the present owner.

It was all compactly written and pictured in a book of history, which book agents sold over the land, even here in Dalton.
All these things Fitzgerald and his companion learned from the driver on the journey up the incline.
"Where was this Frenchman buried ?" inquired Breitmann softly.
"In th' cemet'ry jest over th' hill.

But nobody knows jest where he is now.