"What!" exclaimed the woman, as if genuinely alarmed, and learning the bad news at first hand.
"Yes, the cursed fool lost them in some drunken brawl in the city. We have had the place thoroughly searched, but—" he finished the sentence with a shrug to express his failure.
"What if they should reach Orleans?" he continued evenly. "My men fear he has gone to him anyway, hoping to play in with both for pardon. I'd feel much safer could we only lay our hands upon him. He is the one man beside ourselves here who knows—who knows, anything," the Duke went on with growing trepidation.
"Well, make yourself comfort, my lord, I took the responsibility to detain Yvard in Paris."
"You?" he sprang from his chair in astonishment. "You? Why? How?"
"I thought your safety demanded it. My lord is too generous, too confiding," she threw toward him a glance of concern poor de Valance would have periled his soul to win. "You see, when we entrusted him with this business, it was so delicate a mission, I set a watch upon him—some of my own people of Anjou—and when he acted negligently they reported to me. He began drinking, too, and freely, so I feared his discretion. I now have the man safe in Paris. What would my lord with him?"
Du Maine fixed his cold eyes upon her, for a short space, then,
"It would be prudent to put him quietly out of the
