Is
not that chance worth the risk? Have you not gambled, monsieur?"
From the shrug of De Berquin's shoulders, I knew that he had gambled, and
also that my argument had moved him. But another doubt darkened his face.
"And if you do bring an unarmed person before me, how shall I know that
it is La Tournoire?" said he.
"He shall tell you so himself."
"Excellent proof!"
"What man but La Tournoire would risk his life by declaring himself to be
that proscribed gentleman?"
"One of his followers might do so, if he thought that he might so throw
an enemy off La Tournoire's track."
"Then the possibility of my deceiving you on that point is but an
additional risk you run, in return for the chance of your bagging the
real game. Besides, I give you my word of honor that I will truly perform
all that I promise."
"The word of a lackey!" said De Berquin, derisively.
"Have you not yourself described me as an exceptional lackey?"
"Well, I love to take chances. And as you have given me your word, the
word of an exceptional lackey, I give you my word, the word of a
gentleman, that if you set La Tournoire unarmed before me, with but one
of his men at hand, I will give you your life and freedom. But stay! At
what time am I to have the pleasure of meeting him?"
"When we hear the stroke of eight from the tower of the church in
Clochonne. The wind this evening is from that direction.
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