He would have put him to death for running the tithe of a risk.
When the council broke up, Fabri drew Blondel aside.

"The bird is flown, but what of the nest ?" he asked.

"Has he left nothing ?" "Between you and me," Blondel replied under his breath, as his eyes sought the other's, "I hope to make him speak yet.

But not a word!" "Ah!" "Not a word! But there is just a chance.

And it will be everything to us if I can induce him to speak." "I see that.