me
to escape by the door leading to the staircase, when St. Auban's heavy
voice rang out, calling the landlord.

"I am in search of a gentleman named Andrea de Mancini," he said. "I am
told that he has journeyed hither, and that he is here at present. Am I
rightly informed?"

I determined to remain where I was, and hear that conversation to the
end.

"There is a gentleman here," answered the host, "but I am ignorant of
his name. I will inquire."

"You may spare yourself the trouble," Michelot interposed. "That is not
the gentleman's name. I am his servant."

There was a moment's pause, then came Vilmorin's shrill voice.

"You lie, knave! M. de Mancini is here. You are M. de Luynes's lackey,
and where the one is, there shall we find the other."

"M. de Luynes?" came a voice unknown to me. "That is Mancini's
sword-blade of a friend, is it not? Well, why does he hide himself?
Where is he? Where is your master, rascal?"

"I am here, Messieurs," I answered, throwing wide the door, and
appearing, grim and arrogant, upon the threshold.

Mort de ma vie! Had they beheld the Devil, St. Auban and Vilmorin could
not have looked less pleased than they did when their eyes lighted upon
me, standing there surveying them with a sardonic grin.

St. Auban muttered an oath, Vilmorin stifled a cry, whilst he who had so
loudly called to know where I hid myself--a frail little fellow, in the
uniform of the gardes du corps--now stood silent and abashed.

The two women, who had withdrawn into a dark and retired corner of the
apartment, stood gazing with interest upon this pretty scene.

"Well, gentlemen?" I asked in a tone of persiflage, as I took a step
towards them. "Have you naught to say to me, now that I have answered
your imperious summons? What! All dumb?"

"Our affair is not with you," said St. Auban, curtly.

"Pardon! Why, then, did you inquire where I was?"

"Messieurs," exclaimed Vilmorin, whose face assumed the pallor usual to
it in moments of peril, "meseems we have been misinformed, and that M.
de Mancini is not here. Let us seek elsewhere."

"Most excellent advice, gentlemen," I commented,--"seek elsewhere."

"Monsieur," cried the little officer, turning purple, "it occurs to me
that you are mocking us."

"Mocking you! Mocking you? Mocking a gentleman who has been tied to so
huge a sword as yours. Surely--surely, sir, you do not think--"

"I'll not endure it," he broke in. "You shall answer to me for this."