From Auch.' Antoine turned to me, his face transformed with fury.
'Curse you!' he cried.

'This is some of your work.

Now we are all undone.

And my mistresses?
SACRE! if I had that gun I would shoot you like a rat.' 'Steady, fool,' I answered roughly.

'I know no more of this than you do.' Which was so true that my surprise was at least as great as his, and better grounded.