Cadets of Gascony: Two stories of old FranceStevenson, Burton Egbert
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Cadets of Gascony: Two stories of old France
Stevenson, Burton Egbert
Gascony (France) -- Fiction
I was about to turn away when I heard a little rustling on the wall
outside the window, and saw that it was caused by a piece of paper
dangling at the end of a string. It was jerked vigorously back and
forth. In a second I understood. Some one on the parapet, just over
me, was trying to attract my attention. Plainly, the paper was for me.
I strained my arm through the window and at last managed to grasp it.
With fast-beating heart I drew it in and took it from the string, which
was jerked away as soon as I released it. Then I unfolded the paper and
read. The note ran:
“Monsieur, I have learned of your demeanor at the question and am
grateful, for I am he who brought the warning to Marsan. While it
is true you do not know my name, I am sure, nevertheless, that you
might have pointed me out had you wished to do so. To-night I think
I can aid you, and also the others. At six o’clock Drouet will bring
you your supper. Detain him in talk until the guards are changed,
which will be perhaps ten minutes. Then put him for a moment off his
guard, seize his poniard, and kill him. This will require courage
and address, which I am certain you possess. There is a sentry in
the corridor, but you need not fear him, as I will see that he does
not trouble you. In the cell below yours M. de Fronsac is quartered.
Drouet will have the key to the door somewhere about him, since he
delivers M. de Fronsac’s supper before coming up to you. He will
doubtless have also the other keys to the tower.
“At seven o’clock Mademoiselle de Cadillac will come out for her
usual evening walk upon the parapet, which she is permitted to take
alone. There is, however, a sentry at either end of the parapet.
These you will have to silence.
“After she has joined you, descend at once to the bottom of the east
tower--the one in which you are. A flight of steps runs down into
the rock. Descend these. At the bottom you will find a small door,
heavily barred. You will see this opens on the face of the cliff, and
if you look attentively, you will discern little steps scratched in
the rock. By means of a rope to steady one’s self, these steps may
be descended. The rope is kept always lying by the door. The great
difficulty will be to get the door open. Only Roquefort himself
has the keys, and you will have to break it down. This will be no
easy task, but the sentry’s musket may prove of service. As the
watches are changed at six o’clock your escape will probably not be
discovered until midnight, so that you will have six hours in which
to work. Much may be accomplished in that time. If you succeed,
commend me to M. le Comte.”
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