some of them often enough in his timethe risks that he ran
to…night were no worse than the ones to which he had so
successfully run counter in the Temple yesterday。
Still keeping up the slouchy gait peculiar to the out…at…elbows
working man of the day； hugging the houses as he walked along the
streets； Blakeney made slow progress across the city。 But at last
he reached the facade of St。 Germain l'Auxerrois； and turning
sharply to his right he soon came in sight of the house which he
had only quitted twenty…four hours ago。
We all know that houseall of us who are familiar with the Paris
of those terrible days。 It stands quite detacheda vast
quadrangle； facing the Quai de l'Ecole and the river； backing on
the Rue St。 Germain l'Auxerrois； and shouldering the Carrefour des
Trois Manes。 The porte…cochere； so…called； is but a narrow
doorway； and is actually situated in the Rue St。 Germain l'Auxerrois。
Blakeney made his way cautiously right round the house； he peered
up and down the quay； and his keen eyes tried to pierce the dense
gloom that hung at the corners of the Pont Neuf immediately
Opposite。 Soon he assured himself that for the present； at any
rate； the house was not being watched。
Armand presumably had not yet left a message for him here； but he
might do so at any time now that he knew that his chief was in
Paris and on the look…out for him。
Blakeney made up his mind to keep this house in sight。 This art of
watching he had acquired to a masterly extent； and could have
taught Heron's watch…dogs a remarkable lesson in it。 At night； of
course； it was a comparatively easy task。 There were a good many
unlighted doorways along the quay； whilst a street lamp was fixed
on a bracket in the wall of the very house which he kept in
observation。
Finding temporary shelter under various doorways； or against the
dank walls of the houses； Blakeney set himself resolutely to a few
hours' weary waiting。 A thin； drizzly rain fell with unpleasant
persistence； like a damp mist； and the thin blouse which he wore
soon became wet through and clung hard and chilly to his
shoulders。
It was close on midnight when at last he thought it best to give
up his watch and to go back to his lodgings for a few hours'
sleep； but at seven o'clock the next morning he was back again at
his post。
The porte…cochere of his former lodging…house was not yet open； he
took up his stand close beside it。 His woollen cap pulled well
over his forehead； the grime cleverly plastered on his hair and
face； his lower jaw thrust forward； his eyes looking lifeless and
bleary； all gave him an expression of sly villainy； whilst the
short clay pipe struck at a sharp angle in his mouth； his hands
thrust into the pockets of his ragged breeches； and his bare feet
in the mud of the road； gave the final touch to his representation
of an out…of…work； ill…conditioned； and supremely discontented
loafer。
He had not very long to wait。 Soon the porte…cochere of the house
was opened； and the concierge came out with his broom； making a
show of cleaning the pavement in front of the door。 Five minutes
later a lad； whose clothes consisted entirely of rags； and whose
feet and head were bare； came rapidly up the street from the quay；
and walked along looking at the houses as he went； as if trying to
decipher their number。 The cold grey dawn was just breaking；
dreary and damp； as all the past days had been。 Blakeney watched
the lad as he approached； the small； naked feet falling
noiselessly on the cobblestones of the road。 When the boy was
quite close to him and to the house； Blakeney shifted his position
and took the pipe out of his mouth。
〃Up early； my son！〃 he said gruffly。
〃Yes；〃 said the pale…faced little creature； 〃I have a message to
deliver at No。 9 Rue St。 Germain l'Auxerrois。 It must be
somewhere near here。〃
〃It is。 You can give me the message。〃
〃Oh； no； citizen！〃 said the lad； into whose pale； circled eyes a
look of terror had quickly appeared。 〃It is for one of the
lodgers in No。 9。 I must give it to him。〃
With an instinct which he somehow felt could not err at this
moment； Blakeney knew that the message was one from Armand to
himself； a written message； too； sinceinstinctively when he
spokethe boy clutched at his thin shirt； as if trying to guard
something precious that had been entrusted to him。
〃I will deliver the message myself； sonny；〃 said Blakeney gruffly。
〃I know the citizen for whom it is intended。 He would not like
the concierge to see it。〃
〃Oh！ I would not give it to the concierge；〃 said the boy。 〃I
would take it upstairs myself。〃
〃My son；〃 retorted Blakeney； 〃let me tell you this。 You are going
to give that message up to me and I will put five whole livres
into your hand。〃
Blakeney； with all his sympathy aroused for this poor pale…faced
lad； put on the airs of a ruffianly bully。 He did not wish that
message to be taken indoors by the lad； for the concierge might
get hold of it； despite the boy's protests and tears； and after
that Blakeney would perforce have to disclose himself before it
would be given up to him。 During the past week the concierge had
been very amenable to bribery。 Whatever suspicions he had had
about his lodger he had kept to himself for the sake of the money
which he received； but it was impossible to gauge any man's trend
of thought these days from one hour to the next。 Somethingfor
aught Blakeney knewmight have occurred in the past twenty…four
hours to change an amiable and accommodating lodging…house keeper
into a surly or dangerous spy。
Fortunately； the concierge had once more gone within； there was no
one abroad； and if there were； no one probably would take any
notice of a burly ruffian brow…beating a child。
〃Allons！〃 he said gruffly； 〃give me the letter； or that five
livres goes back into my pocket。〃
〃Five livres！〃 exclaimed the child with pathetic eagerness。 〃Oh；
citizen！〃
The thin little hand fumbled under the rags； but it reappeared
again empty； whilst a faint blush spread over the hollow cheeks。
〃The other citizen also gave me five livres；〃 he said humbly。 〃He
lodges in the house where my mother is concierge。 It is in the
Rue de la Croix Blanche。 He has been very kind to my mother。 I
would rather do as he bade me。〃
〃Bless the lad；〃 murmured Blakeney under his breath； 〃his loyalty
redeems many a crime of this God…forsaken city。 Now I suppose I
shall have to bully him； after all。〃
He took his hand out of his breeches pocket； between two very
dirty fingers he held a piece of gold。 The other hand he placed
quite roughly on the lad's chest。
〃Give me the letter；〃 he said harshly； 〃or〃
He pulled at the ragged blouse； and a scrap of soiled paper soon
fell into his hand。 The lad began to cry。
〃Here；〃 said Blakeney； thrusting the piece of gold into the thin
small palm； 〃take this home to your mother； and tell your lodger
that a big； rough man took the letter away from you by force。 Now
run； before I kick you out of the way。〃
The lad； terrified out of his poor wits； did not wait for further
commands； he took to his heels and ran； his small hand clutching
the piece of gold。 Soon he had disappeared round the corner of
the street。
Blakeney did not at once read the paper； he thrust it quickly into
his breeches pocket and slouched away slowly down the street； and
thence across the Place du Carrousel； in the direction of his new
lodgings in the Rue de l'Arcade。
It was only when he found himself alone in the narrow； squalid
room which he was occupying that he took the scrap of paper from
his pocket and read it slowly through。 It said：
Percy； you cannot forgive me； nor can I ever forgive myself； but
if you only knew what I have suffered for the past two days you
would； I think； try and forgive。 I am free and yet a prisoner； my
every footstep is dogged。 What they ultimately mean to do with me
I do not know。 And when I think of Jeanne I long for the power to
end mine own miserable existence。 Percy！ she is still in the
hands of those fiends。。。。 I saw the prison register； her name
written there has been like a burning brand on my heart ever
since。 She was still in prison the day that you left Paris；
to…morrow； to…night mayhap； they will try her； condemn her；
torture her； and I dare not go to see you； for I would only be
bringing spies to your door。 But will you come to me； Percy？ It
should be safe in the hours of the night； and the concierge is
devoted to me。 To…night at ten o'clock she will leave the
porte…cochere unlatched。 If you find it so； and if on the ledge of
the window immediately on your left as you enter you find a candle
alight； and beside it a scrap of paper with your initials S。 P。
traced on it； then it will be quite safe for you to come up to my
room。 It is on the second landinga door on your rightthat too
I will leave on the latch。 But in the name of the woman you love
best in all the world come at once to me then； and hear in mind；
Percy； that the woman I love is threatened with immediate death；
and that I am powerless to save her。 Indeed； believe me； I would
gladly die even now hut for the thought of Jeanne； whom I should
be leaving in the hands of those fiends。 For God's sake； Percy；
remember that Jeanne is all the world to me。
〃Poor old Armand；〃 murmured Blakeney with a kindly smile directed
at the absent friend； 〃he won't trust me even now。 He won't trust
his Jeanne in my hands。 Well；〃 he added after a while； 〃after all；
I would not entrust Marguerite to anybody else either。〃
CHAPTER XXIII
THE OVERWHELMING ODDS
At half…past ten that same evening； Blakeney； still clad in a
workman's tattered clothes； his feet Bare so that he could tread
the streets unheard； turned into the Rue de la Croix Blanche。
The porte…cochere of the house where Armand lodged had been left
on the latch； not a soul was in sight。 Peering cautiously round；
he slipped into the house。 On the ledge of the window；
immediately on his left when he entered； a candle was left
burning； and beside it there was a scrap of paper with the
initials S。 P。 roughly traced in pencil。 No one challenged him as
he noiselessly