“Yes,” said Aurilly. “But fly; remember that his highness the Duc d’Anjou was the friend and protector of M. de Bussy.”
The men instantly made off, and when the sound of their steps was lost, the duke said, “Now, Aurilly, go up into the room and throw out of the window the body of Monsoreau.”
Aurilly obeyed, and the blood fell over the clothes of the duke, who, however, raised the coat of the dead man, and drew out the paper which he had signed.
“This is all I wanted,” said he; “so now let us go.”
“And Diana?”
“Ma foi! I care no more for her. Untie her and St. Luc, and let them go.”
Aurilly disappeared.
“I shall not be king of France,” murmured the duke, “but, at all events, I shall not be beheaded for high treason.”