“Monsieur,” said Camus, “we have been betrayed.”
“That is very evident,” said Choiseul. “Mon Dieu, Monsieur Camus, what next will you come here to tell me? That the sun does not shine at night?”
“Monsieur,” said Camus, “I have not yet finished. I know the name of the man who has betrayed us.”
“Ah, you know his name!”
“Yes, monsieur.”
“And this man?”
“It is the Comte de Rochefort.”
“Rochefort!”
“Monsieur, it is Rochefort, and no other. He alone knew of our plan.”
“Who told him?”