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176 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.