"Yes!"
"Then do me a favor: what is he?"
"Oh, an enemy of the regent's."
"Are you sure?"
"Quite; he was in our conspiracy, and only withdrew because we preferred abduction to assassination."
"Then he was—?"
"For assassination."
"That is it," murmured Gaston; "he is a man to be trusted."
"If it be the same I mean, he lives in the Rue Bourdonnais, at the Muids d'Amour."
"The same."