-You have then in your pocket? he asked.

No, but I have to Fieubet, treasurer of the savings. I do give a good on it, send it to you.

And what guarantee do you require, Mr. Bullion?

M. de Bullion rose and saluted his Eminence.

-Your words, sir, he said.

The Cardinal embraced M. de Bullion wrote a few lines on a piece of paper, the cardinal gave him recognition and all was.

“That’s good, you know where M. de Bullion?

-A cash, I guess.

-Wait.

The king went to the office of Cardinal and wrote:

Mr. Bullion, I need for my particular service of a sum of fifty thousand francs, which I will not take the money you kindly lend to the cardinal, please give them to me if at all possible, I give you my word you make within one month.

Your affectionate

Louys.

Then, turning to Carpenter:

Beringhen-is there? he asked.