he only light left
unextinguished in the scuffle, dragged her more dead than alive into the
next room.

This man was, as the reader will have already guessed, Maitre Quennebert.
As soon as the chevalier and the duke had disappeared, the notary had run
towards the corner where the widow lay, and having made sure that she was
really unconscious, and unable to see or hear anything, so that it would
be quite safe to tell her any story he pleased next day, he returned to
his former position, and applying his shoulder to the partition, easily
succeeded in freeing the ends of the rotten laths from the nails which
held there, and, pushing them before him, made an aperture large enough
to allow of his passing through into the next apartment. He applied
himself to this task with such vigour, and became so absorbed in its
accomplishment, that he entirely forgot the bag of twelve hundred livres
which the widow had given him.

"Who are you? What do you want with me?" cried Mademoiselle de Guerchi,
struggling to free herself.

"Silence!" was Quennebert's answer.

"Don't kill me, for pity's sake!"

"Who wants to kill you? But be silent; I don't want your shrieks to call
people here. I must be alone with you for a few moments. Once more I
tell you to be quiet, unless you want me to use violence. If you do what
I tell you, no harm shall happen to you."

"But who are you, monsieur?"

"I am neither a burglar nor a murderer; that's all you need to know; the
rest is no concern of yours. Have you writing materials at hand?"

"Yes, monsieur; there they are, on that table."

"Very well. Now sit down at the table."

"Why?"

"Sit down, and answer my questions."

"The first man who visited you this evening was M. Jeannin, was he not?"

"Yes, M. Jeannin de Castille."

"The king's treasurer?"

"Yes."

"All right. The second was Commander de Jars, and the young man he
brought with him was his nephew, the Chevalier de Moranges. The last
comer was a duke; am I not right?"

"The Duc de Vitry."

"Now write from my dictation."

He spoke very slowly, and Mademoiselle de Guerchi, obeying his commands,
took up her pen.

"'To-day,'" dictated Quennebert,--"'to-day, this twentieth day of the
month of November, in the year of the Lord 1658, I--

"What is your full name?"

"Angelique-Louise de Guerchi."

"Go on! 'I, Angelique-Louise de Guerchi, was visited, in the rooms
which--I occupy, in the mansion of the Duchesse d'