CHAPTER XII.
PLANCHET'S COUNTRY-HOUSE.
The cavaliers looked up, and saw that what Planchet had announced to them was true.

Ten minutes afterward they were in the street called the Rue de Lyon, on the opposite side of the inn of the sign of the "Beau Paon." A high hedge of bushy alders, hawthorn, and wild hops, formed an impenetrable fence, behind which rose a white house, with a large tiled roof.

Two of the windows, which were quite dark, looked upon the street.
Between the two, a small door, with a porch supported by a couple of pillars, formed the entrance to the house.

The door was gained by a step raised a little from the ground.

Planchet got off his horse, as if he intended to knock at the door; but, on second thoughts, he took hold of his horse by the bridle, and led it about thirty paces further on, his two companions following him.