As it was, my course seemed plain and open. I had only to see Mazarin, acquaint him with his danger, and get him into a place of safety; after that I could tell the conspirators their plans were discovered, and they would quickly disperse. Mazarin might not believe my story, but something must be left to chance.
"We are getting near now," whispered D'Arçy presently; "you don't wish to draw back?"
"Not in the least, why?"
"Because if you do, I will take your place. If the plan fails it is the Bastille for you, and perhaps a rope with a running knot from the walls."
"Pshaw! there is no danger for me, and you can take care of yourselves."
At the end of a by-street, we were challenged by a low "Qui-vive?" when we instantly halted.
"Notre Dame!" replied D'Arçy quietly. "Is that you, Peleton? Are we in time?"
"The old fox has not come out, and a light still burns in the third window. Have you brought De Lalande?"
"Here he is."
"Ma foi! 'tis more than I expected. But I warn our friend that if he means playing us false he will have need to look to himself."