“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.”
“I know it,” said the abbe.
“This cabaret has windows opening upon the Place, a place of exit into the court, which must abut upon the gardens of my friend by a door of communication.”
“Good!” said the abbe.
“Enter by the cabaret, take the prisoners in; defend the door while you enable them to fly by the garden and the Place Baudoyer.”