My Sword's My Fortune: A Story of Old FranceHayens, Herbert
History
My Sword's My Fortune: A Story of Old France
Hayens, Herbert
France -- History -- 17th century -- Fiction
"Yes, and he is at present informing his friends of the discovery. But
I had better begin at the beginning. After you had received the
note--oh, it is well known, monsieur!--this Courcy and two others of
his stamp were sent in pursuit. Concluding that you had gone straight
to Bruhl, they rode day and night, changing horses on the road, through
Rheims and almost as far as Mezieres. Naturally they were
unsuccessful, and, not knowing what else to do, they returned here."
"And you followed them?"
"As far as Rheims, but no farther. Knowing you had gone to Aunay, I
felt confident you could not be in front of us."
I sat drumming idly on the table, and wondering what was best to be
done. The most simple plan was to give Pillot the note, but then I had
faithfully promised Le Tellier that it should not go out of my
possession. I was in a hobble. This Courcy was evidently an old
campaigner, equally ready with his brain or sword. It would be hard to
outwit him, and I guessed that he was more than my match in a fight.
Suddenly Pillot astonished me by asking where I had hidden the note.
Perhaps it was foolish to trust one who had worked so hard for my
enemies, but somehow I felt no fear that he would play me false. He
had plotted willingly against Mazarin, but on the other hand he did not
love Conde, and was hardly likely to assist him. Remembering these
things, I answered without hesitation, "In my doublet."
"A poor hiding-place, monsieur," said he; "one always looks there
first. Stay here a few minutes and I will show you a trick."
With that he stole out of the room, and closed the door, leaving me in
a state of wondering excitement. He could certainly show me a trick
now if he pleased, and an ugly one too, by returning with Captain
Courcy. I confess that the idea did cross my mind, but I would not
heed it, and in less than half-an-hour the dwarf returned alone.
"Now, monsieur," said he, "take off one of your riding-boots. Quick,
we may be interrupted. Is it a large packet?"
"No," I answered, giving him the boot, "it is nothing more than a slip
of paper."
With a sharp instrument he made a tiny slit at the back of the boot on
the inside, just large enough to allow of the paper being inserted, and
then with some shoemaker's implements sewed the edges together so
neatly that one could hardly detect the joinings.
"There, monsieur," he exclaimed chuckling; "I doubt if Captain Courcy
will be clever enough to discover that. Now, listen to me, monsieur.
Your only plan is boldness. It is known you are in Rheims, and without
a doubt the gates will be watched, while the captain will keep an eye
on this inn."
"Well?" I exclaimed rather impatiently.
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