"To-morrow will do," I replied, and we were still discussing the point when Armand and the Englishman suddenly made their appearance. I need not describe their joyful surprise on perceiving Raoul, whom both believed to be dead. John Humphreys did not make a great display of his feelings--he rarely did--but Armand clapped Raoul on the shoulder and executed a lively dance. "Where is Peleton?" I asked, when he had sobered down. "In the Bastille by now, I expect. Conde is delighted; he will learn all about the plot within twenty-four hours. I never saw such a coward as Peleton!" "The fellow isn't worth powder!" exclaimed Humphreys in disgust. "Anyhow there is an end to De Retz's scheming," I remarked cheerfully, but Raoul shook his head. "The Abbe can take care of himself," said he; "you will find that Peleton has no proof against him. It is your cousin who will suffer." "I thought Henri was killed on the staircase'" cried Armand. "No, he was wounded, but we managed to convey him along a secret passage, of which Pillot knew, into Martin's house. He is a bold rascal! I shall feel quite sorry if he falls into Conde's clutches. Did the prince question you, Armand?" "No, he was too much occupied with Peleton, but he intends sending for Albert in a day or two. You will be wearing his livery soon, my friend!" said he, turning to me. "Not likely!" I replied laughing. "Remember I am still a _Mazarin_!" Humphreys and I accompanied our friends some distance on their way, and then turned off in the direction of the Palais Royal. We did not talk much, for I was tired and sleepy, but I thanked the Englishman for the gallant part he had played in Peleton's capture. Indeed, without his assistance I question if the adventure would have ended so successfully. Remembering Armand's remarks, I remained in the house the whole of the next day, in case Conde should send a message; but it was not until the third evening after the fight that one of his gentlemen appeared with a request that I would go immediately to the Hotel de Conde. The prince received me graciously, and, indeed, he displayed a very winning manner when it suited his purpose. "Well, M. de Lalande," he exclaimed, "you have kept your promise, and Monsieur Peleton is occupying your old cell in the Bastille. Do you know, I fancy he is rather pleased at leaving his late quarters?" "I can well believe that, your Highness! He does not like being on the losing side. But I hope he has made it quite plain that I had nothing to do with the conspiracy?" "He has told me everything in his power. By the way, De Lalande, that cousin of yours must be a very daring fellow!" "My cousin Henri, your Highness?" said I, with a start of surprise.