He took out the warrant and held it at a safe distance before Lucas's eyes. A great light broke in on that personage.
"Mille tonnerres! I am not the Comte de Mar!"
"Oh, you say that now, do you? Pity you had not thought of it sooner."
"But I am not the Comte de Mar! I am Paul de Lorraine, nephew to my Lord Mayenne."
"Why don't you say straight out that you're the Duc de Guise?"
"I am not the Due de Guise," Lucas returned with dignity. He must have been cursing himself that he had not given his name sooner. "But I am his brother."
"You take me for a fool."
"Aye, who shall hang for his folly!"
"You must think me a fool," the captain repeated. "The Duke of Guise's eldest brother is but seventeen—"
"I did not say I was legitimate."