“Ah! so there you are?” he exclaimed.
“I am waiting for Monsieur’s orders.”
“Here they are; listen carefully.”
“I’m all ears.”
“It’s a question of life or death; of more than that, of my honor.”
“Speak, Monsieur Roland.”
Roland pulled out his watch.
“It is now five o’clock. When the inn of the Belle-Alliance opens, be there, as if you were just sauntering by; then stop a minute to chat with whoever opens it.”
“That will probably be Pierre.”
“Pierre or another; find out from him who the traveller is who arrived last night on a pacing horse. You know what pacing is, don’t you?”