“There are many persons in your position who would so regard it,” bluntly agreed the headsman.
“I shall not dissemble, M. le Headsman. I do not desire to die tomorrow.”
“Is it for this that you have sent for me?”
The woman laughed.
“Yes, and no, Monsieur,” she returned. “It has but recently been mentioned to me that an ancient law is still in effect and has a certain bearing——”
She paused, glancing with studied carelessness at the headsman.
“The Comte de Mousqueton is a very clever fellow,” remarked Capeluche, dryly. “What is it he has to say of this old law?”
“That it seems a pity to miss a perfectly legitimate opportunity both to accomplish a humanitarian act and so defeat the machinations of an interfering Italian Cardinal.”
Capeluche’s features for the first time relaxed into a smile.
“And Mlle. Bonacieux, therefore, of the two evils—death or a headsman—is willing to choose the latter?”