“M. le Comte,” I said, as calmly as I could, for the blood was beginning to sing in my ears, “permit me to tell my story. Three nights ago a stranger rode up to Marsan. He bore the message which I have just repeated. My father, who recognized the messenger by some secret sign which I know nothing of, ordered out his horse at once that he himself might bring it to Montauban. But my father is growing old, as you know, Monsieur; besides, in cold, wet weather his wounds trouble him greatly. I begged that I might come in his stead. I was eager to be of service to our master--to prove to him my loyalty and address. At last my father yielded. I should have his horse. The stranger gave me the paper sealed. He repeated to me its contents--three, four times, until I knew them word for word. Then he sprang to horse and disappeared in the night. Five minutes later I was on the road to Montauban. By noon of the next day I had reached the Losse, and here I was compelled to stop to rest my horse. Evening saw me en route again. At midnight I reached Comdan; dawn found me at Lestoure. An hour’s rest, and I pressed on. At noon I had reached the Garonne. I forded it, and thought soon to reach Montauban, when, of a sudden, my horse fell lame. He grew worse at every step, until he was no longer able to proceed. There was no house in sight, so I left him by the roadside and hastened on afoot. As evening came I entered Montauban from the west.” I paused a moment at what I had yet to tell. “Yes, yes!” cried my listener. “Continue; and then?” “And then, M. le Comte,” I said, “as I was hastening along the Rue Gogard a woman burst from a gate and appealed to me for help. Without pausing to reflect, I followed her. The rest you know.” He sat for a moment looking at me. “In faith, Monsieur,” he said at last, “if what you say is true,--and it hath a certain ring of truth about it,--you are not so greatly at fault as I had thought. I reprieve you from the gallows till I have tested your story. M. de Fronsac,” he added, to a young man who stood near by, “I commit M. de Marsan to your care. See that he does not escape.” Fronsac bowed and took his place at my side. “See that he is provided with new equipage,” added M. le Comte, with a gleam of humor in his eye as he looked at me; “he hath need of it.” And then he rose from his seat and his voice took a sterner ring. “Messieurs,” he cried, “you have heard this message, and can guess how nearly it touches us. Whether it be true or false, we shall soon determine. Arm yourselves!” D’Aurilly, leaning on his chair, interrupted him. “Do you mean, M. le Comte,” he asked disdainfully, “that you intend to go forth on this fool’s errand?” My master shot him a swift glance, in which I saw suspicion spring to life.