“But if you had raised your voice at any spot on the road and asked: ‘Where shall I find Georges Cadoudal?’ a voice would have answered: ‘At the village of Muzillac, fourth house to the right.’ You saw no one, colonel; but at that very moment fifteen hundred men, or thereabout, knew that Colonel Roland, the First Consul’s aide-de-camp, was on his way to a conference with the son of the miller of Leguerno.”
“But if they knew that I was a colonel in the Republican service and aide-de-camp to the First Consul, how came they to let me pass?”
“Because they were ordered to do so.”
“Then you knew that I was coming?”
“I not only knew that you were coming, but also why you have come.”
Roland looked at him fixedly.
“Then it is useless for me to tell you; and you will answer me even though I say nothing?”
“You are about right.”
“The deuce! I should like to have a proof of this superiority of your police over ours.”
“I will supply it, colonel.”