new discoveries, for as I was a secret agent I was desirous of acting as quietly as possible.
Lapierre was free, but I kept him in sight, and was ready to give him up the moment he was no longer useful to me.
We continued running towards the hospital, where at length we stopped, and entered a cabaret to recover breath and rest ourselves. I ordered a measure of wine to refresh us; "Here, lad," said I to Lapierre, "here is a comforter."
"Oh yes, it is hard work."
"And difficult to keep up, is it not?"
"Nothing can drive the idea from my mind ."
"What?"
"Here, let us drink."
And no sooner had he emptied his glass than he became more pensive; "No, no," he repeated, "nothing can drive the idea from my mind."
"What do you mean? tell me."
"Well, then, I will tell you."
"You are right; but first you will do well to take off the stockings you have on your feet, and the cravat about your neck."
Lapierre was nearly in the same condition as the celebrated author of the Pied du Mouton, when, to descend in the garden of the Palais Royal, he had no other covering on his feet than the dress-stockings and white satin slippers of his mistress. As it seemed to me that I perceived in the eyes of my friend that dark scowl of mistrust which, if one does not take care, increases so rapidly, I was glad to testify one of those marks of interest, the effect of which is to reassure a suspicious mind: such was my aim in advising him to remove from his attire some articles of small value, which, during the overhauling of the booty, his associates and himself had immediately applied to their own use.
"What shall I do with them?" said Lapierre.
"Throw them into the river."
