"You wish to know, then, why I was disguised," said Chicot, with an utterance which seemed to grow thicker and thicker.
"Yes, it puzzles me."
"And then you will tell me?"
"Yes, that was agreed."
"Ah! true; I forgot. Well, the thing is very simple; I was a spy for the king."
"A spy?"
"Yes."
"Is that, then, your profession?"
"No, I am an amateur."
"What were you spying there?"