"How do you know that?"
"Oh! you don't know me yet, my boy; I am somewhat of a sorcerer, I can tell you."
Jacques drew back a couple of steps.
"That is not all," continued Chicot, who, as he spoke, began to see clearer by the light of his own words; "a letter was found in the dead man's pocket."
"A letter—yes, precisely so."
"And Dom Modeste charged his little Jacques to carry that letter to its address."
"Yes."
"And the little Jacques ran immediately to the Hotel de Guise."
"Oh!"
"Where he found no one."