e of Anjou."

"Why did you attack me at Nevers?"

"To obtain possession of the letter of whose contents we were in
ignorance."

"And you denounced my father to the Duke!"

"There you wrong me. I endeavoured to capture the letter; I failed, and
my part in the affair was over; but again I am wandering from the point,
which is to explain my presence in Rochelle. Monsieur, has it ever
occurred to you that a man who earns his livelihood by his sword may
have a heart the same as more innocent persons?"

"No one is without some virtue," I said.

"There is one person in the world," he continued, in low earnest tones,
almost as if communing with himself, "who has all my love and affection.
For her I would willingly die, or suffer the worst tortures a fiend
could invent. Monsieur, there is but one person on earth who loves me
and whom I love; and she is in Rochelle, lying at the point of death."

"Your wife?" I said questioningly.

"My mother!" he replied. "In her eyes, monsieur, I possess all the
virtues. It is strange, is it not?" and he laughed a trifle bitterly.

"And you risked your life to comfort her before she died?"

"Bah!" he exclaimed impatiently, "what is a trifle like that? Monsieur,
I never yet begged a favour, but I beg one now. Not for myself, but for
her. You are young, and have a mother of your own! I shall not plead to
you vainly. I tried to kill you, but you will not take your revenge on
her. And I am altogether in your power."

"Yes," I said slowly, "that is true."

"You can send for a guard, but without explaining your object. They can
surround the house, while I close my mother's eyes, and afterwards I am
at your service. The gallows, the block, or the wheel, as your leaders
direct; you will not lose much."

"No, I shall not lose much," I repeated.

Now, strangely perhaps, I felt not the slightest doubt of the man's
story. His good faith was apparent in every tone and every gesture.
Whatever his vices, he loved his mother with his whole heart. And he was
entirely in my power! Even if he got away from me in the streets he
could not leave Rochelle! I thought of my own mother, and hesitated no
longer. I could not keep these two apart.

"Monsieur," I said, "for good or ill I intend to trust you. We will go
together to your home, and--and afterwards you will return with me to
the _Hotel Coligny_. If you abuse my confidence, I will leave your
punishment in the hands of God, who judges Huguenot a