"Then, tell me," I asked, "what opportunity has he of learning more than all the world knows? He has not been in my apartments since I engaged him. He has seen none of my papers. The youngest footboy could tell all he has learned." "True, my lord," Maignan answered slowly; "but--" "Well?" "I saw him this evening, talking with a Priest in the Rue Petits Pois; and he calls himself a Protestant." "Ah! You are sure that the man was a priest?" "I know him." "For whom?" "One of the chaplains at the Spanish Embassy." It was natural that after this I should take a more serious view of the matter; and I did so. But my former difficulty still remained, for, assuming this to be a cunning plot, and d'Evora's application to me a ruse to throw me off my guard, I could not see where their advantage lay; since the Spaniard's occupation was not of a nature to give him the entry to my confidence or the chance of ransacking my papers. I questioned Maignan further, therefore, but without result. He had seen the two together in a secret kind of way, viewing them himself from the window of a house where he had an assignation. He had not been near enough to hear what they said, but he was sure that no quarrel took place between them, and equally certain that it was no chance meeting that brought them together. Infected by his assurance, I could still see no issue; and no object in such an intrigue. And in the end I contented myself with bidding him watch the Spaniard closely, and report to me the following evening; adding that he might confide the matter to La Trape, who was a supple fellow, and of the two the easier companion. Accordingly, next evening Maignan again appeared, this time with a face even longer; so that at first I supposed him to have discovered a plot worse than Chastel's; but it turned out that he had discovered nothing. The Spaniard had spent the morning in lounging and the afternoon in practice at the Louvre, and from first to last had conducted himself in the most innocent manner possible. On this I rallied Maignan on his mare's nest, and was inclined to dismiss the matter as such; still, before doing so, I thought I would see La Trape, and dismissing Maignan I sent for him. When he was come, "Well," I said, "have you anything to say?" "One little thing only, your excellency," he answered slyly, "and of no importance." "But you did not tell it to Maignan?" "No, my Lord," he replied, his face relaxing in a cunning smile. "Well?" "Once to-day I saw Diego where he should not have been." "Where?" "In the King's dressing-room at the tennis-court." "You saw him there?" "I saw him coming out," he answered.