“The goldsmith has heard nothing of it.”
“Well, well! Rochefort, all is not lost; and perhaps—perhaps everything is for the best.”
“The fact is that I do not doubt your Eminence’s genius—”
“Will repair the blunders of his agent—is that it?”
“That is exactly what I was going to say, if your Eminence had let me finish my sentence.”
“Meanwhile, do you know where the Duchesse de Chevreuse and the Duke of Buckingham are now concealed?”
“No, monseigneur; my people could tell me nothing on that head.”
“But I know.”
“You, monseigneur?”
“Yes; or at least I guess. They were, one in the Rue de Vaugirard, No. 25; the other in the Rue de la Harpe, No. 75.”
“Does your Eminence command that they both be instantly arrested?”
“It will be too late; they will be gone.”
“But still, we can make sure that they are so.”
“Take ten men of my guardsmen, and search the two houses thoroughly.”
“Instantly, monseigneur.” And Rochefort went hastily out of the apartment.