“Yes, but be quick; ask the servant—is it a servant?”
“It is a porter.”
“Well, ask him where he is to take them to.”
Aldegonde went, and the man replied that he was to take them to the Rue Neuve St. Gilles, to the house of the Count de Cagliostro.
The journalist jumped with delight, and ran to assist in counting off the numbers.
They were not long gone when there was another ring.
“Perhaps that is for another thousand copies,” cried Aldegonde. “As it is against the Austrian, every one will join in the chorus.”
“Hush, hush, Aldegonde! do not speak so loud, but go and see who it is.”
Aldegonde opened the door to a man, who asked if he could speak to the editor of the paper.
“What do you want to say to him?” asked Aldegonde, rather suspiciously.