"What? You do not know him? That is a good one, that! I should like to have had him hear you say it. But do you mean you do not know of him?"
"Monsieur will remember I am of the wilderness," I protested.
"True, true. And this pompous whipper-snapper who sets out to teach Louis Thomas de Joncaire, Sieur de Chabert, his duty, after thirty-five years on the frontier—pah!"
He drained his mug, and pushed it toward François for more.
"But you have not told me who he is, monsieur," I said.
"He is——"
"Monsieur de Lery enters," interposed François with a glance at the doorway.
XVI
TRAPPED
A slender, wiry little man in a wig several sizes too big for him strode into the room. He had a thin face, near-sighted eyes and a bulging forehead. He favored me with a curious glance, nodded to Joncaire and took a seat across the table from me.