"We should be safe there.

And he would be safe." "Safe ?" echoed a fourth and deeper voice.

And out of the darkness beside them loomed a tall figure.
The minister looked and leapt to his feet.

Tignonville rose more slowly.
The voice was Tavannes'.

"And where am I to be safe ?" he repeated slowly, a faint ring of saturnine amusement in his tone.
"At Vrillac!" she cried.