For you know him." La Tribe looked at her sorrowfully; his heart bled for her.

"I have seen M.de Tignonville," he said.

"And M.le Comte says truly.

He is in the same case with ourselves, a prisoner." "You have seen him ?" she wailed.
"I left him in the room below, when I mounted the stairs." Count Hannibal laughed, the grim mocking laugh which seemed to revel in the pain it inflicted.
"Will you have him for a witness ?" he cried.

"There could not be a better, for he will not forget.