"You mean those who helped you to escape from the South Tower?"
"That was a simple matter," said Herrick carelessly.
"Yes, Monsieur Herrick?" said the priest inquiringly after a short pause.
"Naturally I do not betray my friends," was the answer.
Father Bertrand smiled again, perhaps to hide his annoyance that his visitor would not speak more openly. He had so constantly found his suave manner a key to open hearts and loosen tongues, that he might well be disappointed now.
"Something more than your name is known to me, Monsieur Herrick—that, of course, was easy to ascertain—but first let me ask you one or two questions."
"I cannot promise to answer them."
"Where is the young Duke Maurice?"
"I do not know."
"Is he dead?"