“Well, friends, it seems you have had some news.”
“Yes, captain,” answered a voice; “the police of the First Consul does us the honor to be interested in us.”
“Where is the messenger?” asked Morgan.
“Here,” replied a young man, wearing the livery of a cabinet courier, who was still covered with mud and dust.
“Have you any despatches?”
“Written, no, verbal, yes.”
“Where do they come from?”
“The private office of the minister of police.”
“Can they be trusted?”
“I’ll answer for them; they are positively official.”