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, which drew the slung-shot or which threw the grenade.
In this form of grenade a safety pin holds the plunger from the cap.
This grenade has a rod which is inserted in the barrel of the rifle.
When the grenade is to be thrown the safety pin is withdrawn.
He then retired to his country house at Grenade, on the outskirts of Toulouse.
