Since you assure me, Monsieur le Comte, that milord Wellington's policy is beyond doubt, as reported to Monsieur, le Marechal, it but remains to address ourselves to the discovery of the mystery underlying it.
What conclusions have you reached?
You, Monsieur de Samoval, have had exceptional opportunities of observation, I understand." "I am afraid my opportunities have been none so exceptional as you suppose," replied Samoval, with a dubious shake of his sleek, dark head.
"At one time I founded great hopes in Lady O'Moy.

But Lady O'Moy is a fool, and does not enjoy her husband's confidence in official matters.
What she knows I know.

Unfortunately it does not amount to very much.
One conclusion, however, I have reached: Wellington is preparing in Portugal a snare for Massena's army." "A snare?
Hum!" The major pursed his full lips into a smile of scorn.
"There cannot be a trap with two exits, my friend.

Massena enters Portugal at Almeida and marches to Lisbon and the open sea.

He may be inconvenienced or hampered in his march; but its goal is certain.