Part 151 (2/2)
”By Heaven!” cried Coconnas, reddening with anger, ”you take much on yourself, being in prison, and having me there also.”
”We must suffer everything for the service of the King.”
”So,” said the Piedmontese, ”those good fellows who rob on the Pont Neuf are like you, then, in the service of the King. By Heavens! I was very unjust, monsieur, for until now I have taken them for thieves.”
”Good evening, monsieur,” said Beaulieu. ”Jailer, lock the door.”
The governor went away, taking with him the ring, which was a beautiful sapphire, given him by Madame de Nevers to remind him of the color of her eyes.
”Now for the other,” he said as he went out.
They crossed an empty chamber, and the game of three doors, six locks, and nine bolts began anew.
The last door open, a sigh was the first sound that greeted the visitors.
The apartment was more gloomy looking than the one Monsieur de Beaulieu had just left. Four long narrow windows admitted a feeble light into this mournful abode. Before these, iron bars were crossed in such a way that the eye of the prisoner was arrested by a dark line and prevented from catching even a glimpse of the sky. From each corner of the room pointed arches met in the middle of the ceiling, where they spread out in Gothic fas.h.i.+on.
La Mole was seated in a corner, and, in spite of the entrance of the visitors, appeared to have heard nothing.
The governor paused on the threshold and looked for an instant at the prisoner, who sat motionless, his head in his hands.
”Good evening, Monsieur de la Mole,” said Beaulieu.
The young man slowly raised his head.
”Good evening, monsieur,” said he.
”Monsieur,” continued the governor, ”I have come to search you.”
”That is useless,” said La Mole. ”I will give you all I have.”
”What have you?”
”About three hundred crowns, these jewels, and rings.”
”Give them to me, monsieur,” said the governor.
”Here they are.”
La Mole turned out his pockets, took the rings from his finger, and the clasp from his hat.
”Have you nothing more?”
”Not that I know of.”
”And that silk cord around your neck, what may that be?” asked the governor.
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