The door
was pushed open, and I caught the advance of a stealthy step. A
naked foot shot past the edge of the door into my room, and for a
second I thought of pinning it to the ground with my rapier; then
came a leg, then a half-dressed body surmounted by a face - the
face of Rodenard!
At sight of it, amazement and a hundred suspicions crossed my mind.
How, in God's name, came he here, and for what purpose did he steal
so into my chamber?
But my suspicions perished even as they were begotten. There was
so momentous, so alarmingly warning a look on his face as he
whispered the one word "Monseigneur!" that clearly if danger there
was to me it was not from him.
"What the devil--" I began.
But at the sound of my voice the alarm grew in his eyes.
"Sh!" he whispered, his finger on his lips. "Be silent, monseigneur,
for Heaven's sake!"
Very softly he closed the door; softly, yet painfully, he hobbled
forward to my side.
"There is a plot to murder you, monseigneur," he whispered.
"What! Here at Blagnac?"
He nodded fearfully.
"Bah!" I laughed. "You rave, man. Who was to know that I was to
come this way? And who is there to plot against my life?"
"Monsieur de Saint-Eustache." he answered.
"And for the rest, as to expecting you here, they did not, but they
were prepared against the remote chance of your coming. From what
I have gathered, there is not a hostelry betwixt this and Lavedan
at which the Chevalier has not left his cutthroats with the promise
of enormous reward to the men who shall kill you.
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