“Do not fear,” I said, “we are not going to harm you further, and you will soon get well of this little wound if you are properly cared for. Now we will care for you, but only on one condition.”
His eyes questioned me.
“The condition is,” I continued, answering their glance, “that you tell us for whom you wished to secure these papers. Do you agree?”
He looked at me again and then at Cellamare, but there was no relenting.
“Yes,” he whispered.
“Then who sent you here?”
“Hérault.” We all started at the word, for if Hérault suspected, there was no telling what might happen.
“He told you to enter the employ of M. de Cellamare?”
“Yes.”
“And provided you with recommendations?”