"Yes, monsieur."
"Then go forward and fear nothing from us: the soldiers were distributing tricolour cartridges among themselves yesterday."
"So I can count upon them?"
"You can rely upon their keeping in their barracks."
"Your name?"
"Lieutenant Tuya."
"Thanks!" And I entered his name in my pocket-book.
"What is that for?" he asked me.
"Who knows?" I replied. "When I return to the Hôtel de Ville I may find a second epaulette going begging.... You would not be angry with me for sending it you?"
He began to laugh, shook his head and made off rapidly. At the same moment, I saw the officer whom I had found closeted with the commander of the fort going faster still. There was no time to be lost; no doubt he was going with orders. I quickened my pace accordingly, and was at the magazine in a trice. I knocked at the door and called out my name.