"That," the hunchback answered, coldly, "is because you don’t know where to look."
Peyrolles turned to his followers. "Seek in all directions," he said, and the men with the swords and torches dispersed in twos down the adjacent alleys.
The hunchback laid his hand on Peyrolles’s shoulder. "I know where to find him."
Peyrolles turned in astonishment. "You do?"
"I am here!" the hunchback said, sternly. He drew himself up erect and menacing, and flung back the long hair from his face. Peyrolles gave a gasp of horror as he recognized the man whom he had seen such a short while before in the presence of the king.
"Lagardere!" he cried, and was about to scream for help when Cocardasse grasped him by the throat. There was a short struggle, and then Cocardasse flung the dead body of Peyrolles at the feet of Lagardere.
Lagardere bent over him and spoke his epitaph: "The last of the lackeys. Now for the master."