“Ah,” said the Minister of Police, catching sight of a familiar figure, “so the Comte Camus is among the dancers. He came with you to-night?”
“Yes; we arrived in the same carriage.”
“Then take care,” said Sartines, “that you do not end your life in the same carriage.”
“Pardon!”
“The carriage that takes men to the Place de la Grève.”
“Monsieur!” cried Rochefort.
“It is my joke; yet, all the same, a joke may have a warning in it. Rochefort, beware of that man.”
“Of Comte Camus?”
“Yes.”
“And why?”