"The Duke is dead!" a man cried to them as they stood in the doorway, and as he ran he shouted the news to others who had been brought from their houses by the sound of the gun. "The Duke is dead!"
"Dead!" said the priest slowly, crossing himself, more by habit than intention it seemed, for other thoughts than of death were reflected in his face. He looked at his companions one after the other, deep meaning in his look, and last of all his eyes rested on Roger Herrick, standing a little in the rear, his face lit up by the light of a lamp hanging in the passage. For a moment the priest did not appear to realize that Herrick was a stranger, and then his eyes opened wider and remained fixed upon him.
"A sudden death," said Herrick. "I heard you say just now that he might live for weeks."
Father Bertrand glanced back into the room they had left, to the place where he and his companions had been sitting.
"Very sudden," he answered, and then after a pause he added, "Very strange."
[CHAPTER II]
THE CROIX VERTE LOSES ITS GUEST
"Does the death of a man prevent the living from finishing the bottle? It's a sin to waste good wine," said Lemasle, striding back into the room.