'I wish that they had not shot my poor man before they went.' He shrugged his shoulders.
'They were my friends,' he said.

'You must not expect me to blame them.
But that is not all, M.de Berault.' 'No,' I said, wiping my sword.

'There is this gentleman in the mask.' And I turned to go towards him.
'M.

de Berault!' Cocheforet called after me, his tone strained and abrupt.
I stood.

'Pardon ?' I said, turning.
'That gentleman ?' he said, hesitating and looking at me doubtfully.
'Have you considered what will happen to him if you give him up to the authorities ?' 'Who is he ?' I asked sharply.
'That is rather a delicate question,' he answered frowning.
'Not for me,' I replied brutally, 'since he is in my power.