Uncle Bernac - A Memory of the Empire by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
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from your information that there were only two besides yourself,
Monsieur--.' 'I had rather no names were mentioned,' said the other abruptly. 'I can well understand that,' General Savary answered with a sneer. 'I would have told you that the cottage was the rendezvous, but it was not decided upon until the last moment. I gave you the means of tracking Toussac, but you let the hound slip. I certainly think that you will have to answer to the Emperor for the way in which you have managed the business.' 'That, sir, is our affair,' said General Savary sternly. 'In the meantime you have not told us who this person is.' It seemed useless for me to conceal my identity, since I had a letter in my pocket which would reveal it. 'My name is Louis de Laval,' said I proudly. I may confess that I think we had exaggerated our own importance over in England. We had thought that all France was wondering whether we should return, whereas in the quick march of events France had really almost forgotten our existence. This young General Savary was not in the least impressed by my aristocratic name, but he jotted it down in his notebook. 'Monsieur de Laval has nothing whatever to do with the matter,' said the spy. 'He has blundered into it entirely by chance, and I will answer |
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