a flush of joy upon my cheeks to know that he had done me justice at last.
"Where is the thief, Gerard?" he asked.
"Dead, sire."
"You killed him?"
"He wounded my horse, sire, and would have escaped had I not shot him."
"Did you recognize him?"
"De Montluc is his name, sire—a Colonel of Chasseurs."
"Tut," said the Emperor. "We have got the poor pawn, but the hand which plays the game is still out of our reach." He sat in silent thought for a little, with his chin sunk upon his chest. "Ah, Talleyrand, Talleyrand," I heard him mutter, "if I had been in your place and you in mine, you would have crushed a viper when you held it under your heel. For five years I have known you for what you are, and yet I have let you live to sting me. Never mind, my brave," he continued, turning to me, "there will come a day of reckoning for everybody, and when it arrives, I promise you that my friends will be remembered as well as my enemies."
"Sire," said I, for I had had time for thought as well as he, "if your plans about these papers have been carried to the ears of your enemies, I trust you do not think that it was owing to
