[CHAPTER XXVIII]
MOST FRIENDLY OF FRENCHMEN
"BUT what made you think of coming to Bitche at all?" asked Roy presently, as he struggled on.
"M'sieu will not ask too many questions? No one at Bitche knew that I had a friend there."
"You don't think I'd betray you, Jean—even if we were retaken? And I hope I'm not going to be."
"The good God grant it, m'sieu."
"How did you know that I was there? Who told you?"
"M'sieu, it was a young lady, not English, who lives under the same roof with m'sieu's friends."
"Mademoiselle de St. Roques?"
"M'sieu has the name—precisely. It was at St. Mihiel."