Baradas then retired to the side, took paper, pen and ink, and had undertaken this colossal work for a gentleman of that time to write a letter. By dint of rubbing his forehead and scratching his head, he had arrived, had put the letter in his pocket, had bravely awaited the king, and still more boldly asked him if he could present himself to the treasurer in order to reach the right which Her Majesty had bestowed.

The king replied that he might be present whenever he wanted, that the treasurer had his orders.

Baradas had kissed the hand of the king, had descended the stairs four at a chair had jumped into the company and Michel Cavois, and had been driven immediately to the cardinal, or rather at the Hotel M . Cardinal.

There, he found the secretary Charpentier faithful to his post, and had presented the good, Charpentier had taken, read, examined, and, recognizing the writing and the hand of the king, he had made to Mr. Baradas a friendly hello, had asked to wait a moment, leaving him the receipt, and five minutes later returned with a bag of gold containing three thousand pistoles.