"A minister.

There are not many left in Paris--of your faith.

But you met one this morning, I know." "I?
I met one ?" "Yes, Monsieur, you! And can lay your hand on him in five minutes, you know." M.de Tignonville gasped.

His face turned a shade paler.
"You have a spy," he cried.

"You have a spy upstairs!" Tavannes raised his cup to his lips, and drank.