Again the Queen laughed. I was lucky evidently.
“What I meant, Monsieur, was that Mademoiselle de Villars tells me that you saved her from assault, capture, I know not what, on the highroad some ten days ago.”
“Your Majesty, I had that good fortune.”
“Mademoiselle de Villars was on my errand. There were papers I did not care to intrust to any save the most intimate hand, which she was bringing back to me.”
“I perfectly understand, Your Majesty.”
“I will not disguise the fact that had these papers fallen into the possession of an enemy——”
“The Marquis du Trémigon?” I interrupted.
“Du Trémigon?” cried Mademoiselle.
“Why he, Monsieur?” asked the Queen.
“It was he who instigated the assault upon Mademoiselle, I am convinced.”