"Mon Dieu! what is the matter?" "Why, it seems you talked rather too freely at table, and the mayor has been informed by some spy, and has sent to arrest you. Luckily, I thought of showing them your clerks' room instead of yours, so that they are busy upstairs arresting them." "Can this be true?" "Pure and simple truth. Make haste, and escape while you can." "But my companions?" "Oh! I will tell them." And while the merchant dressed, the host awakened the others, and very soon they all disappeared, walking on the points of their toes, that they might not be heard. "That poor hosier!" said they; "it will all fall on him; but it is true he said the most." Of course Chicot had received no warning. While the merchants were flying, he was sleeping peacefully. The host now descended into the hall, where stood six armed men, one of whom seemed to command the others. "Well?" said this one. "I have obeyed your orders, monsieur." "Your inn is deserted?" "Absolutely." "The person is not awakened?" "No." "You know in whose name we act, and what cause we serve: for you serve the same." "Yes, certainly; therefore, I have sacrificed, to keep my oath, the money that these men would have spent at my house; for it is said in the oath, 'I will sacrifice my goods to the defense of the Catholic religion.'" "'And my life,' you forget that," replied the officer. "Oh! I have a wife and children." "You must obey blindly what is ordered you." "Oh! I will obey." "Then go to bed, shut the doors, and whatever you see or hear, do not come out, even if your house is burning." "Oh! I am ruined!" "I am instructed to indemnify you; here are thirty crowns." "My house estimated at thirty crowns!" cried the inn-keeper, piteously. "We shall not break even a window; complainer that you are." "Oh! what a champion of the Holy League." The host went away and did as he was told. Then the officer ordered two men to place themselves under Chicot's window, while he himself, with the three others, mounted to his room. "You know the order," said the officer. "If he opens and lets us search, and we find what we seek, we will not do him the least harm; but if the contrary happens, a good blow with a dagger; no pistol, you understand--besides, it is useless, being four against one." The officer knocked. "Who is there?" cried Chicot. "Your friends the grocers, who have something important to tell you." "Oh!" cried Chicot; "how last night's wine has strengthened your voice." The officer lowered his voice, and said in an insinuating tone, "Open quickly, dear companion." "Ventre de biche! I do not smell the grocery." "Ah! you will not open?" cried the officer, impatiently. "Break open the door." Chicot ran to the window, but saw below two naked swords shining. "I am caught," said he. "Ah! ah!" cried the officer, who had heard the noise of the window opening; "you fear the perilous leap, and you are right. Come, open!"