Taking the cue from Jacques, who evidently did not intend holding a
prolonged conversation, I said: "Adieu, monsieur, and a pleasant ending
to your journey. You cannot mistake the way, now," and directly he had
thanked us for our assistance we rode on.

"Rather an abrupt departure, Jacques," I remarked presently, feeling
somewhat puzzled.

"Better that, monsieur, than wait to be asked inconvenient questions.
Did you notice that slash across his doublet? He has been pretty close
to a naked sword, and not long ago either! What does he want with
Etienne Cordel? He looks more fitted for the camp than the law courts."

"Monsieur Cordel no doubt transacts his private business for him."

"No doubt," said Jacques, with a shrug of his shoulders. "But I did not
like his appearance, and if we could spare the time I would ride back to
discover what made Pierre suddenly dumb. I warrant he misliked his
questioner; but if the stranger is seeking information, he can obtain
all he wants from Cordel."

"You are no friend to the advocate, Jacques!"

"He is a spy, monsieur, and a maker of mischief. One of these days men
will learn his true character."

"I have no liking for Cordel," I said, "but still all this has nothing
to do with our errand."

"Perhaps not, monsieur; we will hope not," replied my companion, "but