So burn it, burn it, and--" He broke off with a start as he discovered Tavannes at his elbow.

"God's death, man!" he cried roughly, "who sent for you ?" "Your Majesty called me," Tavannes answered; while, partly urged by the King's hand, and partly anxious to escape, the others slipped into the closet and left them together.
"I sent for you?
I called your brother, the Marshal!" "He is within, sire," Tavannes answered, indicating the closet.

"A moment ago I heard his voice." Charles passed his shaking hand across his eyes.

"Is he ?" he muttered.
"So he is! I heard it too.

And--and a man cannot be in two places at once!" Then, while his haggard gaze, passing by Tavannes, roved round the Chamber, he laid his hand on Count Hannibal's breast.