The bailiff gave vent to an oath and rushed off, followed by Blondet, to rejoin the countess, whom he requested to take his wife home with her. Then he jumped on Joseph’s horse, leaving the man to return on foot, and disappeared with great rapidity to cut off the retreat of the woman who had killed his dog, hoping to catch her with the bloody bill-hook in her hand and the tool used to make the incisions in the bark of the tree. “Let us go and tell the general at once, before he breakfasts,” cried the countess; “he might die of anger.” “I’ll prepare him,” said Blondet. “They have killed the dog,” said Olympe, in tears. “You loved the poor greyhound, dear, enough to weep for him?” said the countess. “I think of Prince as a warning; I fear some danger to my husband.” “How they have ruined this beautiful morning for us,” said the countess, with an adorable little pout. “How they have ruined the country,” said Olympe, gravely. They met the general near the chateau. “Where have you been?” he asked. “You shall know in a minute,” said Blondet, mysteriously, as he helped the countess and Madame Michaud to alight. A moment more and the two gentlemen were alone on the terrace of the apartments. “You have plenty of moral strength, general; you won’t put yourself in a passion, will you?” “No,” said the general; “but come to the point or I shall think you are making fun of me.” “Do you see those trees with dead leaves?” “Yes.” “Do you see those others that are wilting?” “Yes.” “Well, every one of them has been killed by the peasants you think you have won over by your benefits.” And Blondet related the events of the morning. The general was so pale that Blondet was frightened. “Come, curse, swear, be furious! your self-control may hurt you more than anger!” “I’ll go and smoke,” said the general, turning toward the kiosk. During breakfast Michaud came in; he had found no one. Sibilet, whom the count had sent for, came also. “Monsieur Sibilet, and you, Monsieur Michaud, are to make it known, cautiously, that I will pay a thousand francs to whoever will arrest _in the act_ the person or persons who are killing my trees; they must also discover the instrument with which the work is done, and where it was bought. I have settled upon a plan.” “Those people never betray one another,” said Sibilet, “if the crime done is for their benefit and premeditated. There is no denying that this diabolical business has been planned, carefully planned and contrived.” “Yes, but a thousand francs means a couple of acres of land.” “We can try,” said Sibilet; “fifteen hundred francs might buy you a traitor, especially if you promise secrecy.” “Very good; but let us act as if we suspected nothing, I especially; if not, we shall be the victims of some collusion; one has to be as wary with these brigands as with the enemy in war.” “But the enemy is here,” said Blondet.