"You have not been to the Club?"
Dangeau shook his head.
"Nor seen Hébert, Marat, Jules Dupuis?"
An expression of distaste lifted Dangeau's finely cut lip.
"I have existed without that felicity," he observed, with a slightly sarcastic inflexion.
"Then you have been told—have heard—nothing?"
"My dear Edmond, what mysteries are these?"
Edmond Cléry leaned a little closer, and dropped his voice until it was a mere tenuous thread.
"They have decided on a massacre," he said.
"A massacre?"