"Indeed," said Fauchet, very desirous of a look at the face secure from observation within the curtained bed, "but why do you speak now! It is late. Why speak at all?"
"For revenge, Monsieur. I am in hell."
Fauchet hesitated. "That is a good reason; but there is more in this matter than you are willing to tell."
"That is my business. I have told you enough to satisfy my purpose and yours."
"Rather late for mine. But let us understand each other. This man, then, this De Courval, had a double motive—to avenge his father's death and to serve his masters, the Federalists. That is your opinion?"
"Yes, his desire for revenge made him an easy tool. I cannot talk any more. What shall you do about it?"
"I must think. I do not know. You are either a great fool or a coward or both. I only half trust you."
"Ah, were I well, Monsieur, no man should talk to me as you are doing."
"Luckily for me you are not well; but will you swear to this, to a written statement?"