Part 159 (1/2)
”Have you found the necessary man?”
”Yes.”
”At the same price?” asked Marguerite, smiling.
”At the same price I could have found a thousand,” replied Henriette, ”no, no, for five hundred crowns.”
”For five hundred crowns you have found a man who has consented to be killed?”
”What can you expect? It is necessary for us to live.”
”My dear friend, I do not understand you. Come, explain. Enigmas require too much time to guess at such a moment as this.”
”Well, listen; the jailer to whom the keeping of La Mole and Coconnas is entrusted is an old soldier who knows what a wound is. He would like to help save our friends, but he does not want to lose his place. A blow of a dagger skilfully aimed will end the affair. We will give him a reward and the kingdom, indemnification. In this way the brave man will receive money from both parties and will renew the fable of the pelican.”
”But,” said Marguerite, ”a thrust of a dagger”--
”Do not worry; Annibal will give it.”
”Well,” said Marguerite, ”he has given as many as three blows of his sword to La Mole, and La Mole is not dead; there is therefore every reason to hope.”
”Wicked woman! You deserve to have me stop.”
”Oh! no, no; on the contrary, tell me the rest, I beg you. How are we to save them; come!”
”Well, this is the plan. The chapel is the only place in the castle where women can enter who are not prisoners. We are to be hidden behind the altar. Under the altar cloth they will find two daggers. The door of the vestry-room will be opened beforehand. Coconnas will strike the jailer, who will fall and pretend to be dead; we appear; each of us throws a cloak over the shoulders of her friend; we run with them through the small doors of the vestry-room, and as we have the pa.s.sword we can leave without hindrance.”
”And once out?”
”Two horses will be waiting at the door; the men will spring on them, leave France, and reach Lorraine, whence now and then they will return incognito.”
”Oh! you restore me to life,” said Marguerite. ”So we shall save them?”
”I am almost sure of it.”
”Soon?”
”In three or four days. Beaulieu is to let us know.”
”But if you were recognized in the vicinity of Vincennes that might upset our plan.”
”How could any one recognize me? I go there as a nun, with a hood, thanks to which not even the tip of my nose is visible.”
”We cannot take too many precautions.”
”I know that well enough, by Heaven! as poor Annibal would say.”
”Did you hear anything about the King of Navarre?”