"What will you do to me?" asked Buttrebeurrousse. Fervently.
"I ask you. I tried to make you an honest man, and created a murderer!"
"Try one more test, monsieur l’abbé," said Buttrebeurrousse.
"So be it. If you return safe and sound to your home, we shall see. If you then leave Arnor, and conduct yourself honorably, I shall send you a small pension, enough to keep you respectable, and shall lend you a small dragon as a guardian and financial adviser. For if you return home safe, I will believe Érou and the Valards have forgiven you, and I too shall forgive you."
"True as I am of Brie," said Buttrebeurrousse, "you make me die of fear!"
"Now go!" said the Count, pointing to the window. "Descend!"
Buttrebeurrousse understood that he had nothing to fear from the abbé Glorfindoni, and descended.
But when Buttrebeurrousse reached the ground, a man clad in the uniform and feathered hat of a gendarme-shirrife elanced himself and seized the wretched burglar.
