"And yet made this preparation for us?" I answered politely, yet
letting a little of my real mind be seen. "Well, as a fact, M.
Bareilles, save for one thing we should have lain there."
"And that thing?" he asked, his tongue almost failing him as he
put the question.
"The fact that you have a villain in your company," I answered.
"What?" he stammered.
"A villain, M. le Capitaine Martin," I continued sternly. "You
sent him out this morning against the Great Band; instead, he
took it upon him to lay a plot for me, from which I have only
narrowly escaped."
"Martin?"
"Yes, M. de Bareilles, Martin!" I answered roundly, fixing him
with my eyes; while Parabere went quietly to the door, and stood
by it. "If I am not mistaken, I hear him at this moment
dismounting below. Let us understand one another therefore, I
propose to sup with you, but I shall not sit down until he
hangs."
It would be useless for me to attempt to paint the mixture of
horror, perplexity, and shame which distorted Bareilles'
countenance as I spoke these words.
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