"What?"
"I have found spies."
"Where are they?"
"Gone."
"Really, my dear lad, you are worth your weight in gold!... Now you must go to the village of Cognières; we shall probably halt there."
"Where is it?"
"Here ... see...!"
The general showed the position of the village on the map, four leagues from Rambouillet.
"Good! What am I to do at Cognières?"