Do not mar it by
an act of murder."
"Murder, Mademoiselle!" I gasped, letting my hand fall. "Surely there is
no murder in this!"
"A suspicion of it, I think, and so brave a man should have clean hands."
CHAPTER XIII
THE HAND OF YVONNE
We did not long remain upon the field of battle. Indeed, if we lingered at
all it was but so that Mademoiselle might bandage Michelot's wound. And
whilst she did so, my stout henchman related to us how it had fared with
him, and how, having taken the two ruffians separately, he had been wounded
by the first, whom he repaid by splitting his skull, whereupon the second
one had discharged his pistol without effect, then made off towards the
road, whilst Michelot, remembering that I might need assistance, had let
him go.
"There, good Michelot," quoth Mademoiselle, completing her task, "I have
done what little I can. And now, M. de Luynes, let us go."
It was close upon seven o'clock, and night was at hand. Already the moon
was showing her large, full face above the tree-tops by Chambord, and
casting a silver streak athwart the stream.
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