“There will then be, to-morrow, on the Place de Greve, which I choose as my battle-field, ten thousand auxiliaries to my hundred and twenty men. The attack commenced by the latter, the others will finish it.”
“That all appears feasible. But what will be done with regard to the prisoners upon the Place de Greve?”
“This: they must be thrust into some house—that will make a siege necessary to get them out again. And stop! here is another idea, more sublime still: certain houses have two issues—one upon the Place, and the other into the Rue de la Mortellerie, or la Vannerie, or la Tixeranderie. The prisoners entering by one door will go out at another.”
“Yes; but fix upon something positive.”
“I am seeking to do so.”
“And I,” cried Fouquet, “I have found it. Listen to what has occurred to me at this moment.”
“I am listening.”
Fouquet made a sign to Gourville, who appeared to understand. “One of my friends lends me sometimes the keys of a house which he rents, Rue Baudoyer, the spacious gardens of which extend behind a certain house on the Place de Greve.”
“That is the place for us,” said the abbe. “What house?”
“A cabaret, pretty well frequented, whose sign represents the image of Notre Dame.”