“And who were these men?” I asked. “Where did they take the girl?”
“I do not know, Monsieur.”
“You lie!” I cried fiercely. “It was you who set them on! It was you who told them she was alone! Tell me who they were!”
She was snarling again from the depths of her chair, and I looked at her in disgust.
“Come,” I repeated after a moment, “you must tell me. There is no way of escaping it.”
I saw her glance past me into the court, and heard footsteps on the stones without. I turned to see two men standing there.
“Is there a gentleman lodged here by the name of Pierre le Moyne?” asked one of them.
“That is my name,” I answered.
“Will you be good enough to accompany us, Monsieur?”
“And why?” I inquired.