“This morning?”
“About two hours ago. O mon Dieu! what shall we do, M. Gilbert?” he sobbed, reverting to a mode of address long since laid by.
The Marquis took a turn up and down in front of the violated cabinet. There were two things he must know.
“Did they find any papers?”
Jasmin put back his pocket-handkerchief. “No, Monseigneur. Praise to the saints, Monsieur le Vicomte burnt them all last night.”
“Thank God!” said Gilbert to himself. “And now, do you know where he was taken?”
Jasmin’s face fell. “They would not tell him.”
“You are quite sure you did not overhear their destination? Think.”
“I am quite sure, Monsieur le Marquis.”
“And no one else heard it?”