I shrugged my shoulders. "The man is known," I said.

"A Protestant?"

"It is not impossible."

"And a subject of the King, my master. A man," Don Antonio continued,

with increasing stiffness, "in fine, M. de Rosny, who, after committing

various offences, murdered his comrade in prison, and, escaping in his

clothes, took refuge in this country."

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