“Is Richelieu here?” I asked, springing across the threshold and motioning him to bar the door after me, for at every moment I was expecting to feel upon my shoulder the hand of one of Hérault’s agents.
“M. le Duc left the house not ten minutes since,” answered Jacques.
“And where did he go?”
“I do not know, monsieur.”
“Was there a note left here for him to-day?”
“Yes, monsieur. A small perfumed note.”
“And you gave it to Richelieu?”
“Not half an hour ago.”
“Who delivered the note?”
“A man in the livery of the regent’s household, monsieur.”