“Did you come from Quebec?”
“I did.”
“You were on guard duty there?”
“I was.”
“At and near the shop of one Lavelle, a gold and silver smith?”
“Yes, yes! But you—you——” faltered Henry.
At this the French officer gave a chuckle.
“I was there, too,” he said. “It was I who escaped from the cellar that night. They tried to catch me, but ha! ha! I was too quick for them. I showed them what a French spy can do when he is put to it!”