A groan of anguish broke from the unhappy man. And yet he had set his
life on the cast; what more could he have done?
"You will not harm him?" he muttered.
"He shall go safe," Count Hannibal replied gravely.
"And--" he fought a moment with his pride, then blurted out the words,
"you will not tell her--that it was through me--you found him?"
"I will not," Tavannes answered in the same tone. He stooped and picked
up the other's robe and cowl, which had fallen from a chair--so that as
he spoke his eyes were averted. "She shall never know through me," he
said.
And Tignonville, his face hidden in his hands, told him.