“Come with me, Monsieur le Comte: I may be able to tell you the reason.”
Together they reached the ruins of the cloisters. The sergeant called out:
“Lecanu!—Fossier!”
The other gendarmes were already hunting for their comrades whom they had left standing sentry. They ended by finding them at a few paces from the little door. The two men were lying full length on the ground, bound and gagged, with bandages over their eyes.
“Monsieur le Comte,” muttered the sergeant, while his men were being released; “Monsieur le Comte, we have been tricked like children.”
“How so?”
“The shots—the attack on the barn—the fire—all so much humbug to get us down there—a diversion. During that time they were tying up our two men and the business was done.”
“What business?”
“Carrying off the wounded man, of course!”
“You don’t mean to say you think—?”