We sha'n't lose one of them!" "You had better send the mayor to warn them," said the corporal.

"He is friendly to them and wouldn't like to see them harmed; they won't distrust him." Just as Goulard was preparing to go to bed, Corentin, who stopped the vehicle in a little wood, went to his house and told him, confidentially, that in a few moments an emissary from the government would require him to enter the chateau of Cinq-Cygne and arrest the brothers d'Hauteserre and Simeuse; and in case they had already disappeared he would have to ascertain if they had slept there the night before, search Mademoiselle de Cinq-Cygne's papers, and, possibly, arrest both the masters and servants of the household.
"Mademoiselle de Cinq-Cygne," said Corentin, "is undoubtedly protected by some great personages, for I have received private orders to warn her of this visit, and to do all I can to save her without compromising myself.

Once on the ground, I shall no longer be able to do so, for I am not alone; go to the chateau yourself and warn them." The mayor's visit at that time of night was all the more bewildering to the card-players when they saw the agitation of his face.
"Where is the countess ?" were his first words.
"She has gone to bed," said Madame d'Hauteserre.
The mayor, incredulous, listened to noises that were heard on the upper floor.
"What is the matter with you, Goulard ?" said Monsieur d'Hauteserre.
Goulard was dumb with surprise as he noted the tranquil ease of the faces about him.

Observing the peaceful and innocent game of cards which he had thus interrupted, he was unable to imagine what the Parisian police meant by their suspicions.
At that moment Laurence, kneeling in her oratory, was praying fervently for the success of the conspiracy.

She prayed to God to send help and succor to the murderers of Bonaparte.