"An observer, Monsieur—one of the King's secret service."
"A 'Sentinel of the nation,'" the Marquis said, only the more deeply interested, smiling and tendering his snuff-box to Jude graciously.
"And next?" added he.
"Next, too, is a letter. I watched the mails addressed to his correspondents and friends here. This is a letter to his valet."
The Marquis took it. It read—
"Dover, 6th January, 1789.
"My dear Dominique,—Prepare for me within ten days after you receive this.
"De Lincy."
"Peste!" hissed the Marquis.
Jude pressed a folded paper into his hand, slipped behind a pillar and disappeared, and the two relatives joined the crowd. The Marquis that day made copious entries in his journal.