Guy
Tabarie laughed one of his long fat laughs as he lingered over
memory's picture of the way Huguette had trussed and trounced each
of the amazons. "Lord, how they squeaked and wriggled!" he said
unctuously.
Louis whispered to his companion.
"Our mad poet may do me a good turn, Gossip Tristan."
Even as he spoke the inn door opened and a man entered--a small man,
plainly clad, with his hood about his face. He glanced about him
anxiously till he caught sight of Louis and Tristan, for whom he
made immediately. Villon, craning over the balustrade, saw him and
touched the girl on the arm to call her attention to the new-comer.
"Is that he?" he whispered. The girl shook her head.
"No, no. Thibaut is a big man. Yet that figure seems familiar."
The stranger came to the table and stooped between Louis and
Tristan. Louis looked up and grinned recognition of his barber,
Olivier le Dain.
"He is coming, sire," Olivier said.
"You are sure?"
"We dogged his footsteps all the way, till I slipped ahead. Here he
comes!"
With finger on lip Olivier glided through the door behind which
Tristan had been concealed a few moments before.
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