He wore a large cloak, the collar of
which was turned up so high that it covered his face to the very eyes."
Who could this mysterious officer have been? What was he doing in the
room where the ropes had been deposited?
Martial racked his brain to discover an answer to these questions.
The Marquis de Courtornieu himself seemed much disturbed.
"How could you be ignorant that there were many sympathizers with this
movement in the garrison?" he said, angrily. "You might have known that
this visitor, who concealed his face so carefully, was an accomplice who
had been warned by Bavois, and who came to see if he needed a helping
hand."
This was a plausible explanation, still it did not satisfy Martial.
"It is very strange," he thought, "that Monsieur d'Escorval has not
even deigned to let me know he is in safety. The service which _I_ have
rendered him deserves that acknowledgment, at least."
Such was his disquietude that he resolved to apply to Chupin, even
though this traitor inspired him with extreme repugnance.
But it was no longer easy to obtain the services of the old spy.
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