Clearly he had news of import.

I turned to the landlord.
"Leave us, Monsieur l'Hote," said I shortly; and when he had departed, "What of the Lavedan family, Castelroux ?" I inquired as calmly as I might.
"The Chevalier de Saint-Eustache left Toulouse at six o'clock this morning for Lavedan." Swift the suspicion of his errand broke upon my mind.
"He has betrayed the Vicomte ?" I half inquired, half asserted.
Castelroux nodded.

"He has obtained a warrant for his apprehension from the Keeper of the Seals, and is gone to execute it.

In the course of a few days Lavedan will be in danger of being no more than a name.

This Saint-Eustache is driving a brisk trade, by God, and some fine prizes have already fallen to his lot.