“Don’t look like that,” cried Carrbroke, laughing. “I said smuggle; I didn’t say steal. I thought you might feel as if you’d like to have one of these charms which hold such magic power.”
“I am not afraid of being poisoned,” said Denis huskily. “Here, come away from this; show me something else.”
“Oh, haven’t you seen enough? But I say, is this better or worse than Fontainebleau?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” said Denis hastily, for he felt mentally disturbed. “They are both beautiful places. Where does that corridor lead?”
“All along one side of the King’s apartments.”
“Well, let’s go down there.”
“But there’s nothing to show you but furniture and walls covered with arras and—oh yes, there is: I know. I say, you haven’t got any secret passages at Fontainebleau?”
“We have all kinds of places hidden in the walls. Have you got any here?”
Carrbroke nodded.
“I say, we are friends, aren’t we?”