"One moment," said he; "you cannot enter there."
The man sprang back, and in doing so his hat fell off.
"De Mouy de Saint Phale!" he cried.
"Maurevel!" thundered the Huguenot, raising his sword. "I sought you, and you have come to me. Thanks!"
But his anger did not make him forget Henry, and turning to the window he whistled in the manner of the Béarnais shepherds.
"That will be enough," said he to Saucourt. "Now, then, murderer!"
And he sprang towards Maurevel.
The latter had had time to draw a pistol from his belt.
"Ah! now," said the King's Slayer, aiming at the young man, "I think you are a dead man!"
He fired. De Mouy jumped to one side and the ball passed by without touching him.