Traitor and True: A RomanceBloundelle-Burton, John
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Traitor and True: A Romance
Bloundelle-Burton, John
France -- History -- Louis XIV, 1643-1715 -- Fiction
"Then warn them or warn me. Even though I am out of France I may do
something. This woman," she said, whispering in his ear so that the
stolid maid packing the valise should not overhear her, "is here to
meet other intriguers, another intriguer, an old man. Together they
will plot and plot and draw one of whom we know into their toils for
their own ends. They will do so! nay, they have already almost done
so, though 'tis perhaps not yet too late to save--him! And it is all
madness. Folly! Ruin! They may profit by it--they may win--succeed.
But he must lose. You understand, Humphrey?"
"I understand, madame. And," with emphasis, "I sleep next to her
salon."
Then he asked in as easy a tone as possible, "Does Madame la Duchesse
know of any others than those of whom she has spoken who are in this
scheme?"
"Of others. No! Why! Humphrey, are there others in it?"
"None of whom I know, madame," Humphrey replied, while determining
that, for the present at least, the Duchess need not know that the
chief of her escort, La Truaumont, was one of the principals in this
plot.
Later, however, he recognised that not only for him but for De
Beaurepaire, La Truaumont, and the adventuress herself, it would have
been far better if he had spoken out openly and told the Duchess that
La Truaumont and this woman had already met and talked together over
all that was on foot.
CHAPTER XI
Before the evening came Humphrey had discovered the manner in which he
had been able to overhear so plainly all that had passed between La
Truaumont and the Marquise de Villiers-Bordéville the previous night.
On returning to his room after his conversation with the Duchess, he
had at once set about looking for the reason why the sounds of their
voices had reached his ears so clearly, and, ere five minutes had
elapsed, that reason was forthcoming.
The tapestry--if it was worthy of the name, since, in actual fact, it
was nothing but coarse, heavy-coloured cloth which hung in front of
the walls from the ceiling to the wainscot--was quite loose and might
be lifted aside, or drawn forward, by being grasped at the bottom, as
easily as a curtain might be, so that, consequently, when this was
done the whole of the bare wall behind it could be observed. Now,
since Humphrey very well understood that whatever sound had penetrated
to his ears must have come from and through the wall which separated
his bedroom from the salon of his neighbour, it was to that wall that
he at once directed his attention. A moment later he had done this,
and saw that high up in the wall was an orifice of about two feet
square which was strongly crossed with iron bars, and was probably, if
such a thing could have been thought of in even earlier days than
these, intended as a means of permitting air to circulate from one
room to another. If this had not been the original intention, Humphrey
could think of no other reason for the grating being where it was.
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