"Do you know M. de Pavannes?" I asked impulsively,
"Where he lives in Paris, I mean?"
"M. Louis de Pavannes?" quoth he.
"Yes."
"I know--" he replied slowly, rubbing his chin and looking at the
ground in thought--"where he had his lodgings in town a while
ago, before--Ah! I do know! I remember," he added, slapping his
thigh, "when I was in Paris a fortnight ago I was told that his
steward had taken lodgings for him in the Rue St. Antoine."
"Good!" I answered overjoyed. "Then we want to dismount there,
if you can guide us straight to the house."
"I can," he replied simply. "And you will not be the worse for
my company. Paris is a queer place when there is trouble to the
fore, but your lordships have got the right man to pilot you
through it."
I did not ask him what trouble he meant, but ran indoors to
buckle on my sword, and tell Marie and Croisette of the ally I
had secured. They were much pleased, as was natural; so that we
took the road in excellent spirits intending to reach the city in
the afternoon.
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