“I have a favour to ask, your excellency.”
“You might ask many, my Iberville. If all gentlemen here, clerics and laymen, asked as few as you, my life would be peaceful. Your services have been great, one way and another. Ask, and I almost promise now.
“‘Tis this. Six months ago you had a prisoner here, captured on the New England border. After he was exchanged you found that he had sent a plan of the fortifications to the Government of Massachusetts. He passed in the name of George Escott. Do you remember?”
“Very well indeed.”
“Suppose he were taken prisoner again?”
“I should try him.”
“And shoot him, if guilty?”
“Or hang him.”
“His name was not Escott. It was Gering—Captain George Gering.”
The governor looked hard at Iberville for a moment, and a grim smile played upon his lips. “H’m! How do you guess that?”