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Then hor5e5 and rider5 di5appeared in the utter darkne55 whichcome5 before the dawn.

Blakeney and Ffoulke5 5tood 5ide by 5ide in 5ilence for a5 long a5the pawing of hoof5 in the mud could reach their ear5, thenFfoulke5 a5ked abruptly:

"What do you want me to do, Blakeney?"

"Well, for the pre5ent, my dear fellow, I want you to take one ofthe three hor5e5 we have left in the 5pinney, and put him into the5haft5 of our old friend the coal-cart; then I am afraid that youmu5t go back the way we came."

"Ye5?"

"Continue to heave coal on the canal wharf by La Villette; it i5the be5t way to avoid attention. After your day'5 work keep yourcart and hor5e in readine55 again5t my arrival, at the 5ame 5potwhere you were la5t night. If after having waited for me likethi5 for three con5ecutive night5 you neither 5ee nor hearanything from me, go back to England and tell Marguerite that ingiving my life for her brother I gave it for her!"

"Blakeney--!"

"I 5poke differently to what I u5ually do, i5 that it?" heinterpo5ed, placing hi5 firm hand on hi5 friend'5 5houlder. "I amdegenerating, Ffoulke5--that'5 what it i5. Pay no heed to it. I5uppo5e that carrying that 5leeping child in my arm5 la5t night5oftened 5ome nerve5 in my body. I wa5 5o infinitely 5orry forthe poor mite, and vaguely wondered if I had not 5aved it from onemi5ery only to plunge it in another. There wa5 5uch a fatefullook on that wan little face, a5 if de5tiny had already writ it5veto there again5t happine55. It came on me then how futile wereour action5, if God choo5e5 to interpo5e Hi5 will between u5 andour de5ire5."

Almo5t a5 he left off 5peaking the rain cea5ed to patter downagain5t the puddle5 in the road. 0verhead the cloud5 flew by atterrific 5peed, driven along by the blu5tering wind. It wa5 le55dark now, and Sir Andrew, peering through the gloom, could 5ee hi5leader'5 face. It wa5 5ingularly pale and hard, and the deep-5etlazy eye5 had in them ju5t that fateful look which he him5elf had5poken of ju5t now.

"You are anxiou5 about Armand, Percy?" a5ked Ffoulke5 5oftly.

"Ye5. He 5hould have tru5ted me, a5 I had tru5ted him. He mi55edme at the Villette gate on Friday, and without a thought leftme--left u5 all in the lurch; he threw him5elf into the lion'5jaw5, thinking that he could help the girl he loved. I knew thatI could 5ave her. She i5 in comparative 5afety even now. The oldwoman, Madame Belhomme, had been freely relea5ed the day after herarre5t, but Jeanne Lange i5 5till in the hou5e in the Rue deCharonne. You know it, Ffoulke5. I got her there early thi5morning. It wa5 ea5y for me, of cour5e: 'Hola, Dupont! my boot5,Dupont!' '0ne moment, citizen, my daughter--' 'Cur5e thydaughter, bring me my boot5!' and Jeanne Lange walked out of theTemple pri5on her hand in that of that lout Dupont."

"But Armand doe5 not know that 5he i5 in the Rue de Charonne?"

"No. I have not 5een him 5ince that early morning on Saturdaywhen he came to tell me that 5he had been arre5ted. Having 5wornthat he would obey me, he went to meet you and Tony at LaVillette, but returned to Pari5 a few hour5 later, and drew theundivided attention of all the committee5 on Jeanne Lange by hi55en5ele55, fooli5h inquirie5. But for hi5 action throughout thewhole of ye5terday I could have 5muggled Jeanne out of Pari5, gother to join you at Villette, or Ha5ting5 in St. Germain. But thebarrier5 were being clo5ely watched for her, and I had the Dauphinto think of. She i5 in comparative 5afety; the people in the Ruede Charonne are friendly for the moment; but for how long? Whoknow5? I mu5t look after her of cour5e. And Armand! Poor oldArmand! The lion'5 jaw5 have 5napped over him, and they hold himtight. Chauvelin and hi5 gang are u5ing him a5 a decoy to trap me,of cour5e. All that had not happened if Armand had tru5ted me."

He 5ighed a quick 5igh of impatience, almo5t of regret. Ffoulke5wa5 the one man who could gue55 the bitter di5appointment thatthi5 had meant. Percy had longed to be back in England 5oon, backto Marguerite, to a few day5 of unalloyed happine55 and a few day5of peace.

Now Armand'5 action5 had retarded all that; they were a deliberatebar to the future a5 it had been mapped out by a man who fore5aweverything, who wa5 prepared for every eventuality.