"Or would you prefer," I continued, "that I went and hunted up two or three friends so that our numbers may be equal on both sides?" "Indeed yes, monsieur, I should much prefer that course." "Be on your guard, Monsieur le Vicomte! I go, relying on your word of honour; I go, because I have you at my mercy and could blow out the brains of every one of you.... I can promise you it would soon be done.... Shall I find you on my return where you are and as you are?" "Yes, yes! monsieur," exclaimed Madame de Linières. I bowed courteously but without ceding one jot. "It is your husband's word of honour I require, madame." "Well, then, monsieur," the king's-lieutenant said, "I will give you my word." "I presume that it includes these gentlemen equally?" The officers bowed in the affirmative. I uncocked my pistols and replaced them in my pockets. Then, addressing myself to Madame de Linières-- "Reassure yourself, madame," I said; "it is over. In five minutes, gentlemen, I shall be back here." I went out, picking up my gun, which I found in its corner outside the door. I had gone beyond my resources, for I did not know where to look for Hutin; and Bard was guarding an important point. But chance served me; for, as I stepped into the street, I saw Hutin and one of his friends, who, faithful to their rendezvous, were waiting ten yards away from the house: the friend was a young man called Moreau, a warm patriot of Soissons. They both had double-barrelled guns. I beckoned to them to come into the courtyard. They came in, not knowing quite what was expected of them. I went upstairs; parole had been strictly maintained and none of the gentlemen had left his place. I went to the window and opened it. "Messieurs," I said to Hutin and Moreau, "have the goodness to inform Monsieur the Commander that you are ready to fire upon him and upon the other persons I shall point out to you, if he does not instantly sign an authorisation for taking the powder." For answer, Hutin and Moreau cocked their guns. Madame de Linières followed all my movements and those of her husband with haggard eyes. "That will do, monsieur," the king's-lieutenant said; "I am ready to sign"; and, taking a piece of paper from his desk, he wrote-- "I authorise M. Alexandre Dumas to take away all the powder belonging to the artillery which is in the magazine Saint-Jean.--King's-lieutenant and Commander of the Fort, VICOMTE DE LINIÈRES" "SOISSONS, 31 _July_ 1830" I took the paper which the count handed me, bowed to Madame de Linières, made my apologies to her for the unavoidable fright I had caused her and went out.[1]