Chicot installed the monk by the bed, and went downstairs to the host.
“M. Bernouillet,” said he, “a great event has taken place in your house.”
“What do you mean?”
“The hateful royalist, the enemy of our religion upstairs, received to-day a messenger from Rome.”
“I know that: it was I who told you.”
“Well, our holy father, the Pope, had sent him to this conspirator, who, however, probably did not suspect for what purpose.”
“And why did he come?”
“Go up-stairs, lift up the bedclothes, look at his neck, and you will see.”
“You frighten me.”
“I say no more. The Pope did you honor in choosing your house for the scene of his vengeance.”