"An assassination," murmured Gaston, not daring to cry out, for fear of compromising Helene; "cowards!"
"We are betrayed, monsieur," said Dubois, rolling up Gaston's cloak and coat, and putting them under his arm; "we shall meet again to-morrow, no doubt."
And he ran toward the hotel, while they shut up Gaston in the lower room.
Dubois ran up the staircase and into his room, where he opened the precious pocket-book. He found in one pocket a broken coin and a man's name. This coin was evidently a sign of recognition, and the name was probably that of the man to whom Gaston was addressed, and who was called Captain la Jonquiere. The paper was oddly folded.
"La Jonquiere," said Dubois; "we have our eyes on him already."
He looked over the rest of the pocket-book—there was nothing.
"It is little," said Dubois, "but it is enough."
He folded a paper like the other, took the name, and rang the bell.
Some one knocked; the door was fastened inside. "I forgot," said Dubois, opening it, and giving entrance to Monsieur Tapin.
"What have you done with him?"