Remember that in the underground history of England
you will be known always as the man who saved his country. I shouldn't
wonder in the least if you weren't decorated when you get home. Think of
all these things--hard!"
"All right!" Guy answered. "Go ahead!"
"You never killed any one. The duel was a fake. You were--not exactly
sober. That was entirely our fault, and we had to invent some plan to
induce you to come into hiding peacefully. _Voila tout!_ It is
forgiven?"
Guy laughed a great laugh of relief.
"Rather!" he exclaimed. "What an ass I must have seemed, asking that old
Johnny for a pardon."
The Vicomte smiled.
"The old Johnny, Guy, was the President of France. He wanted to know
afterwards what the devil you meant."
Guy rose to his feet.
"If you tell me anything else," he said, "I shall want to punch your
head."
The Vicomte laughed.
"Come," he said, "I will return you to your adorable sister!"
CHAPTER XV
A MERRY MEETING
Monsieur Albert was not often surprised, and still less often did he
show it. The party, however, who trooped cheerily into his little
restaurant at something after midnight on this particular morning,
succeeded in placing him at a disadvantage.
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