“Be it so,” rejoined Lallières.
Warthy called the intendant, whom he recognised by his wand, and ordered him to conduet him over the castle. The old man did not dare to refuse compliance. But though the châtelain's private room was visited in the course of the perquisition, no discovery was made.
“Are you satisfied, sir?” inquired Lallières, as Warthy returned to the hall, after his unsuccessful search.
“I am satisfied that Bourbon is hidden somewhere in the château,” replied Warthy, “but he shall not escape me. To-morrow I will institute a more rigorous search. I understand you have some guests in the chateau. Where are they?”
“The only person now here is the Demoiselle Marcelline d'Herment,” replied Lallières. “The others are gone.”
“Who are gone?” demanded Warthy.
“Those you seek. They departed on foot.”
“At what time?” said Warthy.
“Scarce half an hour before your arrival,” returned Lallières. “I counselled them not to stay, and I am thankful they took my advice.”
“Was Bourbon one of them?” demanded Warthy.