"Nay, they will be found in Morvaix, Master Dauban; and if I were but given leave I could find them," and Antoine laughed confidently. "There is one in the Castle, in my charge, too, who knows the secret, I'll wager; and I am but waiting."
"There will be a fat reward for the man who tracks them. I heard the Duke and my master speak of it. A thousand crowns will be offered: a goodly sum, but fifty thousand won't find in Morvaix what is not there to seek."
"A thousand crowns!" repeated Antoine in a tone of greed. "A valiant sum, in all truth, and I know how it may be earned, and with it my revenge."
"Two heads are better than one in a thing of this kind, Master Antoine," said Dauban cunningly.
"But one pocket can hold the reward and would be fuller than two, Master Dauban," replied Antoine with a laugh, and they passed on.
"There is one in the Castle who knows the secret, eh, Antoine?" muttered Lucette when they had passed out of earshot. "If I do not read that I am no woman," and her eyes had a light that boded no good to Antoine de Cavannes.
"Something of the huckster in this admirer of yours, mademoiselle," laughed Pascal. "He would turn this admiration of his for you to a profit. You must act warily, for if he suspects the object of your visit to Malincourt he may get the tidings to the Duke."
"You may trust me, monsieur," said Lucette confidently.
"This Dauban, too. You heard how he pricked his ears at what was said. Mark me, he will watch your Antoine, or I am no reader of a man's voice. And he is a born spy."
"Be at hand at the cedar gate at the hour you named, and maybe I will bring them both, monsieur," and with that she peeped out cautiously and then sped away.
