He may have dropped the cloak," shrewdly, "and some friend
found it and returned it to the Chevalier. A plausible supposition, as
you will agree."
"You may tell me a lie," said D'Herouville, thoughtfully.
"It would not be necessary, Monsieur le Comte," returned the vicomte,
suggestively tapping his sword.
CHAPTER XIV
BRETON FINDS A MARKER FOR HIS COPY OF RABELAIS
After the calm the storm came, after the storm the rough winds and
winnowed skies. At one moment the ship threatened to leap to heaven,
at another, to plunge down to the sea's floor. Breton had a time of it
one afternoon in the cabin. He was buffeted about like maize in a
heated pan. He fell, and in trying to save himself he clutched at the
garments hanging from the hooks. The cloth gave. The pommel of the
Chevalier's rapier hit him in the forehead, cutting and dazing him. He
rose, staggering, and indulged in a little profanity which made him
eminently human. One by one he gathered up the fallen garments and
cloaks. It was haphazard work: for now the floor was where the
partition had been, and the ceiling where the bunk had stood.
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