Etampes, corner of the
streets Git-le-Coeur and du Hurepoix, about half-past seven o'clock in
the evening, in the first place, by Messire Jeannin de Castille, King's
Treasurer; in the second place, by Commander de Jars, who was accompanied
by a young man, his nephew, the Chevalier de Moranges; in the third
place, after the departure of Commander de Jars, and while I was alone
with the Chevalier de Moranges, by the Duc de Vitry, who drew his sword
upon the said chevalier and forced him to take flight.'

"Now put in a line by itself, and use capitals
"'DESCRIPTION OF THE CHEVALIER DE MORANGES."

"But I only saw him for an instant," said Angelique, "and I can't
recall----

"Write, and don't talk. I can recall everything, and that is all that is
wanted."

"'Height about five feet.' The chevalier," said Quennebert, interrupting
himself, "is four feet eleven inches three lines and a half, but I don't
need absolute exactness." Angelique gazed at him in utter stupefaction.

"Do you know him, then?" she asked.

"I saw him this evening for the first time, but my eye is very accurate.

"'Height about five feet; hair black, eyes ditto, nose aquiline, mouth
large, lips compressed, forehead high, face oval, complexion pale, no
beard.'

"Now another line, and in capitals:
"'SPECIAL MARKS.'

"'A small mole on the neck behind the right ear, a smaller mole on the
left hand.'

"Have you written that? Now sign it with your full name."

"What use are you going to make of this paper?"

"I should have told you before, if I had desired you to know. Any
questions are quite useless. I don't enjoin secrecy on you, however,"
added the notary, as he folded the paper and put it into his doublet
pocket. "You are quite free to tell anyone you like that you have
written the description of the Chevalier de Moranges at the dictation of
an unknown man, who got into your room you don't know how, by the chimney
or through the ceiling perhaps, but who was determined to leave it by a
more convenient road. Is there not a secret staircase? Show me where it
is. I don't want to meet anyone on my way out."

Angelique pointed out a door to him hidden by a damask curtain, and
Quennebert saluting her, opened it and disappeared, leaving Angelique
convinced that she had seen the devil in person. Not until the next day
did the sight of the displaced partition explain the apparition, but even
then so great was her fright, so deep was the terror