"Then it was he!" he said.
Huguette went on with her story.
"Noel is to give us the signal by crying an owl's cry thrice."
Villon was revolving many thoughts in his mind and he hardly heeded her.
"This adventure of the astrologer might be turned to my advantage. Here is a chance in a thousand," he muttered to himself, as he paced restlessly on the grass. "I have but to close my eyes and shut my ears and the good Thibaut carries the good Louis to the good Burgundy to-night, and there can be no hanging to-morrow."
The girl followed after him, catching at his sleeve to stay him.
"What are you talking about?"
Villon went on, unheeding her, whispering to himself:
"If they cut Gaffer Louis' throat between them, the world were rid of a crooked-witted king, and I free to win Katherine, hold Paris, be the first man in France"
"François, speak to me," Huguette pleaded, but she pleaded in vain.
"One would say I were a fool to let such occasion slip through my ten commandments. But I have
