Lost them, if you like it better."
"But you jest!" the Lieutenant-Governor retorted, moving uneasily in his
chair. He was a man more highly named for address than courage; and,
like most men skilled in finesse, he was prone to suspect a trap. "You
jest, surely, Monsieur! Men do not lose his Majesty's letters, by the
way."
"When they contain his Majesty's will, no," Tavannes answered, with a
peculiar smile.
"You imply, then?"
Count Hannibal shrugged his shoulders, but had not answered when Bigot
entered and handed him his sweetmeat box; he paused to open it and select
a prune. He was long in selecting; but no change of countenance led any
of those at the table to suspect that inside the lid of the box was a
message--a scrap of paper informing him that Montsoreau had left fifty
spears in the suburb without the Saumur gate, besides those whom he had
brought openly into the town. Tavannes read the note slowly while he
seemed to be choosing his fruit. And then--
"Imply?" he answered. "I imply nothing, M. de Montsoreau."
"But--"
"But that sometimes his Majesty finds it prudent to give orders which he
does not mean to be carried out. There are things which start up before
the eye," Tavannes continued, negligently tapping the box on the table,
"and there are things which do not; sometimes the latter are the more
important.
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