The miller’s jaw dropped as he listened.

’I don’t know who he is, but he offered a good price for a bed and I asked no more questions.  In these days one cannot expect a certificate of character from every lodger.  But, of course, if it is a matter of State, why, it is not for me to interfere.  But, to do him justice, he was a quiet gentleman enough until he had that letter just now.’

’What letter?  Be careful what you say, you rascal, for your own head may find its way into the sawdust basket.’

’It was a woman who brought it.  I can only tell you what I know.  He has been talking like a madman ever since.  It made my blood run cold to hear him.  There’s someone whom he swears he will murder.  I shall be very glad to see the last of him.’

‘Now, gentlemen,’ said Savary, drawing his sword, ’we may leave our horses here.  There is no window for forty feet, so he cannot escape from us.  If you will see that your pistols are primed, we shall soon bring the fellow to terms.’

The stair was a narrow winding one made of wood, which led to a small loft lighted from a slit in the wall.

Some remains of wood and a litter of straw showed that this was where Toussac had spent his day.  There was, however, no sign of him now, and it was evident that he had ascended the next flight of steps.  We climbed them, only to find our way barred by a heavy door.

‘Surrender, Toussac!’ cried Savary.  ’It is useless to attempt to escape us.

A hoarse laugh sounded from behind the door.

’I am not a man who surrenders.  But I will make a bargain with you.  I have a small matter of business to do to-night.  If you will leave me alone, I will give you my solemn pledge to surrender at the camp to-morrow.  I have a little debt that I wish to pay.  It is only to-day that I understood to whom I owed it.’

‘What you ask is impossible.’

‘It would save you a great deal of trouble.’

‘We cannot grant such a request.  You must surrender.’

‘You’ll have some work first.’

’Come, come, you cannot escape us.  Put your shoulders against the door!  Now, all together?’

There was the hot flash of a pistol from the keyhole, and a bullet smacked against the wall between us.  We hurled ourselves against the door.  It was massive, but rotten with age.  With a splintering and rending it gave way before us.  We rushed in, weapons in hand, to find ourselves in an empty room.

‘Where the devil has he got to?’ cried Savary, glaring round him.  ‘This is the top room of all.  There is nothing above it.’

It was a square empty space with a few corn-bags littered about.  At the further side was an open window, and beside it lay a pistol, still smoking from the discharge.  We all rushed across, and, as we craned our heads over, a simultaneous cry of astonishment escaped from us.