“By my faith,” he said, “the tale gathers interest. You have grown to suspicion another since, Madame––dare you name the man?”
My eyes sought the face of De Tonty, and he nodded gravely.
“It can do no harm, Madame,” he muttered softly. “Put the paper in De Baugis’ hand.”
I drew it, crumpled, from out the bosom of my dress, rose to my feet, and held it forth to the Captain of Dragoons. He grasped it wonderingly.
“What is this, Madame?”
“One page from a letter of instruction. Read it, Monsieur; you will recognize the handwriting.”