“And you would really go that length?  You would risk a duel if I refused to let you get to the bottom of my mystery?”

“Yes, on my honour!  Well, how is it to be?”

“My dear boy,” said de Jars to the youth, “we are caught, and may as well yield gracefully.  You don’t know this big fellow as well as I do.  He’s obstinacy itself.  You can make the most obstinate donkey go on by pulling its tail hard enough, but when Jeannin gets a notion into his pate, not all the legions of hell can get it out again.  Besides that, he’s a skilful fencer, so there’s nothing for it but to trust him.”

“Just as you like,” said the young man; “you know all my circumstances and how important it is that my secret should be kept.”

“Oh! among Jeannin’s many vices there are a few virtues, and of these discretion is the greatest, so that his curiosity is harmless.  A quarter of an hour hence he will let himself be killed rather than reveal what just now he is ready to risk his skin to find out, whether we will or no.”

Jeannin nodded approvingly, refilled the glasses, and raising his to his lips, said in a tone of triumph—­

“I am listening, commander.”

“Well, if it must be, it must.  First of all, learn that my nephew is not my nephew at all.”

“Go on.”

“That his name is not Moranges.”

“And the next?”

“I am not going to reveal his real name to you.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t know it myself, and no more does the chevalier.”

“What’ nonsense!”

“No nonsense at all, but the sober truth.  A few months ago the chevalier came to Paris, bringing me a letter of introduction from a German whom I used to know years ago.  This letter requested me to look after the bearer and help him in his investigations.  As you said just now, Love and someone once met somewhere, and that was about all was known as to his origin.  Naturally the young man wants to cut a figure in the world, and would like to discover the author of his existence, that he may have someone at hand to pay the debts he is going to incur.  We have brought together every scrap of information we could collect as to this person, hoping to find therein a clue that we could follow up.  To be quite open with you, and convince you at the same time how extremely prudent and discreet we must be, I must tell you that we think we have found one, and that it leads to no less a dignitary than a Prince of the Church.  But if he should get wind of our researches too soon everything would be at an end, don’t you see?  So keep your tongue between your teeth.”

“Never fear,” said Jeannin.