I am to meet Monsieur de Marsac at Grenade on the day after to-morrow.
At Grenade, too I learnt the truth—that you were not Lesperon.
But if you were to have your head blown off by a grenade, you would be quite dead.
Again I seized the wire with my left hand and hurled the grenade.
Just as the grenade was passing through the hole it exploded.
He could not say, however, ...