"Who is this man," he asked, "who has revealed to you the conversation of Gudel and his accomplices?"
"He is a scoundrel named Robeccal, who belongs to their troupe."
The Marquis tore a leaf from his note book, and wrote a few words in haste.
"Take this man with you, and go to Rémisemont," he said. "Go to the Comte de Vernac, who is a rabid monarchist. He has vast influence, and this very night the police will be here, these two men will be made prisoners, and I have no doubt they will resist. Then I will attend to the rest; a criminal who resists may be silenced."
Cyprien smiled meaningly.
"Now go, at once, there is no time to be lost. Fanfar must be killed; Gudel must be taken alive. Gudel will tell his story in the court-room. The Comte de Vernac can never say that the information on which he acted came from me, and without any trouble we shall get rid of the heir of Simon Fougère. Before these same judges, moreover, Labarre shall deliver the will, and tell the secret. Let no one see you and this Robeccal go away together."
"Rely on me."
Before many minutes, Robeccal and Cyprien started off together.