Then they crossed by the bridge over the river and, entering the wood that bordered the Seine, put on the disguises they had brought with them--concealing their clothes among some thick bushes--and then walked on into Paris.
They put up at a small inn and, as they partook of a meal, listened to the talk of those around them.

But it was not here that they could expect to gather the news they required.

They heard the names of many of those who had been killed, but these were all leaders of distinction; and as soon as they had finished their food, they started for the Louvre.
"I don't see how we are to find out what we want, now we are here, Pierre," Philip said, after they had stood for some time, looking at the gate through which numbers of gentlemen entered or left the palace.
"It will take some little time, sir," Pierre said.

"I think the best plan will be for me to purchase some clothes, suitable for the lackey of a gentleman of rank.

I can get them easily enough, for the shops will be full of garments, bought of those who took part in the massacre.