The princess spoke to her companion in low, hurried tones. "Brigitte," she said, "here is something strange." And she showed her a little book which she had taken from the packet. "This is the prayer-book which I gave to my husband at Caylus seventeen years ago, and see what is written in it." And she pointed to some words which were written on the blank page inside the cover in the same handwriting as that in which the packet was addressed. These words the princess read over to her companion:
"’God will have pity if you have faith. Your child lives and shall be restored to you to-day. Distrust Gonzague more than ever. Remember the motto of Louis de Nevers. During the council sit near his picture, and at the right time, for you and for you alone, the dead shall speak.’" These words were signed, "Henri de Lagardere."
The princess turned and beckoned to the hunch-back, who immediately approached her. "You are my husband’s servant," she said. "Are you much in his confidence?"
"Madame," Lagardere replied, "I am too new to Paris to consider myself in any sense the confidential servant of his highness, but I can assure you that I hope to serve him as he deserves to be served."
The princess seemed thoughtful, then she asked again: "Did you ever hear of a man named Henri de Lagardere?"
The hunchback appeared agitated. "Madame," he replied, "Henri de Lagardere is the enemy of my master, and he is my enemy. I have been seeking him unsuccessfully for many years, both in my master’s interests and in my own."
The princess rose. "Enough, sir," she said. "I will consider his highness’s wishes. Come, Brigitte."
Holding the packet in her hand and leaning on her companion’s arm, she went towards the picture of Louis de Nevers and knelt for a moment in prayer. Then she rose and silently quitted the room, still leaning on Brigitte’s arm.