“Well, M. Colbert put many questions to her, relative to the fortunes of those two gentlemen, and as to the devotion they had for you.” “Oh, as to those two, I can answer for them; they must be killed before they will cease to be mine.” “Then, as Madame Vanel was obliged to quit M. Colbert for an instant to receive a visitor, and as M. Colbert is industrious, scarcely was the new intendant left alone, before he took a pencil from his pocket, and as there was paper on the table, began to make notes.” “Notes concerning d’Eymeris and Lyodot?” “Exactly.” “I should like to know what those notes were about.” “And that is just what I have brought you.” “Madame Vanel has taken Colbert’s notes and sent them to me?” “No, but by a chance which resembles a miracle, she has a duplicate of those notes.” “How could she get that?” “Listen; I told you that Colbert found paper on the table.” “Yes.” “That he took a pencil from his pocket.” “Yes.” “And wrote upon that paper.” “Yes.” “Well, this pencil was a lead-pencil, consequently hard; so it marked in black upon the first sheet, and in white upon the second.” “Go on.” “Colbert, when tearing off the first sheet, took no notice of the second.” “Well?” “Well, on the second was to be read what had been written on the first, Madame Vanel read it, and sent for me.” “Yes, yes.” “Then, when she was assured I was your devoted friend, she gave me the paper, and told me the secret of this house.” “And this paper?” said Fouquet, in some degree of agitation. “Here it is, monsieur—read it,” said the marquise. Fouquet read: “Names of the farmers of revenue to be condemned by the Chamber of Justice: D’Eymeris, friend of M. F.; Lyodot, friend of M. F.; De Vanin, indif.” “D’Eymeris and Lyodot!” cried Fouquet, reading the paper eagerly again. “Friends of M. F.,” pointed the marquise with her finger. “But what is the meaning of these words: ‘To be condemned by the Chamber of Justice’?” “Dame!” said the marquise, “that is clear enough, I think. Besides, that is not all. Read on, read on;” and Fouquet continued,—“The two first to death, the third to be dismissed, with MM. d’Hautemont and de la Vallette, who will only have their property confiscated.” “Great God!” cried Fouquet, “to death, to death! Lyodot and D’Eymeris. But even if the Chamber of Justice should condemn them to death, the king will never ratify their condemnation, and they cannot be executed without the king’s signature.” “The king has made M. Colbert intendant.” “Oh!” cried Fouquet, as if he caught a glimpse of the abyss that yawned beneath his feet, “impossible! impossible! But who passed a pencil over the marks made by Colbert?” “I did. I was afraid the first would be effaced.” “Oh! I will know all.” “You will know nothing, monsieur; you despise your enemy too much for that.”