"I have received another application for passage," said the captain, "which I have refused."
"From whom?"
"From a gentleman bearing a marvelous resemblance to our countryman, the Viscount Chateaubriand. He has a stout fellow with him who must be his valet."
The Carbonari flashed a look at one another.
"How long since did he ask you?"
"Not five minutes ago; I was jumping from my sloop. He wears a long traveling cloak and a broad winged hat."
"Well, run up to number 10," said Giacinto. "He is there. Call out roughly, saying that two passengers have failed you at the eleventh hour and that you may now carry him and his servant. Demand a high price and simulate avarice. Be cautious. The man is a reader of faces."
"Suppose he asks which is to be the first landing place?"
"Say Dieppe, adding that he may be put off at Calais, Havre or Cherbourg if he prefer and pay well for the privilege. Act as tho your object were to exploit him." And Giacinto's face glowed with hatred. "And if he asks the hour of departure, say midnight and that he must be at the wharf by eleven, where the sloop will await him."
"I shall do as you say. Is that all?"