nce, I shall take my lady from
Chambord some three days hence. We shall travel by easy stages to
Marseilles, and there take ship for Palermo.

And so, dear, trusty friend, until we meet again, fare you well and
may God hold you safe from the wickedness of man, devil, and my Lord
Cardinal.

For all that you have done for me, no words of mine can thank you,
but should you determine to quit this France of yours, and journey to
Palermo after me, you shall never want a roof to shelter you or a board
to sit at, so long as roof and board are owned by him who signs himself,
in love at least, your brother--

"ANDREA DE MANCINI."

With a sigh I set the letter down. A sigh of love and gratitude it was;
a sigh also of regret for the bright, happy boy who had been the source
alike of my recent joys and sorrows, and whom methought I was not
likely to see again for many a day, since the peaceful vegetation of his
Sicilian home held little attraction for me, a man of action.

It was on the evening of the last Sunday in May, whilst the bell of
the Jesuits, close by, was tinkling out its summons to vespers, that
Montresor burst suddenly into my room with the request that I should
get my hat and cloak and go with him to pay a visit. In reply to my
questions--"Monseigneur's letter to Armand de Canaples," he said, "has
borne fruit already. Come with me and you shall learn how."

He led me past the Bastille and up the Rue des Tournelles to the door
of an unpretentious house, upon which he knocked. We were admitted by an
old woman to whom Montresor appeared to be known, for, after exchanging
a word or two with her, he himself led the way upstairs and opened the
door of a room for me.

By the melancholy light of a single taper burning upon the table I
beheld a fair-sized room containing a curtained bed.

My companion took up the candle, and stepping to the bedside, he drew
apart the curtains.

Lying there I beheld a man whose countenance, despite its pallor and
the bloody bandages about his brow, I recognised for that of the little
spitfire Malpertuis.

As the light fell upon his face, the little fellow opened his eyes, and
upon beholding me at his side he made a sudden movement which wrung from
him a cry of pain.

"Lie still, Monsieur," said Montresor quietly.

But for all the lieutenant's remonstrances, he struggled up into a
sitting posture, requesting Montresor to set the pillows at his back.

"Thank God you are here, M.