"Armand d'Arçy."
I recognised the voice at once as that of the youngster who had brought me to the inn. The little man also knew my visitor, and moved uneasily in his chair till my pistol came in contact with his neck; then he sat still.
"Pardon! I am engaged."
"But you must spare five minutes. I have come on purpose to see you," and lowering his voice he added earnestly, "the affair takes place to-night."
Laughing softly at my prisoner, I said aloud, "What of it? You know what to do."
"Then nothing is to be changed?" and there was a note of surprise in D'Arçy's voice.
"Not as far as I am concerned."
"And you will be there by ten without fail?"
"Certainly, why not?"
"Well, there was a rumour floating about last night that you intended to withdraw."