32/43 I saw the scaffold, I felt the cords. A moment, and it would be too late! 'I have a favour to ask,' I stammered desperately, 'if your Eminence will give me a moment alone.' 'To what end ?' he answered, turning and eyeing me with cold disfavour. It can do no good, my friend.' 'No harm!' I cried. 'And I am a dying man, Monseigneur!' 'That is true,' he said thoughtfully. Still he seemed to hesitate; and my heart beat fast. |