or me; namely, inform Madame de Montrevel,
without delay, that her son is in safety. MORGAN.

Maison-Blanche, on the road from Macon to Lyons, Saturday, 9 P.M.

"Ha, the devil!" said Bonaparte; "a bold scamp!" Then he added, with a
sigh: "What colonels and captains those men would make me!"

"What are your orders, citizen First Consul?" asked the minister of
police.

"None; that concerns Roland. His honor is at stake; and, as he is not
killed, he will take his revenge."

"Then the First Consul will take no further notice of the affair?"

"Not for the present, at any rate." Then, turning to his secretary, he
added, "We have other fish to fry, haven't we, Bourrienne?"

Bourrienne nodded affirmatively.

"When does the First Consul wish to see me again?" asked the minister.

"To-night, at ten o'clock. We move out in eight days."

"Where are you going?"

"To the Tuileries."

Fouche gave a start of amazement.

"Against your opinion, I know," said the First Consul; "but I'll take
the whole business on myself; you have only to obey."

Fouche bowed, and prepared to leave the room.

"By the way!" exclaimed Bonaparte.

Fouche turned round.

"Don't forget to notify Madame de Montrevel that her son is safe and
sound; that's the least you can do for citizen Morgan after the service
he has rendered you."

And he turned his back on the minister of police, who retired, biting
his lips till the blood came.

CHAPTER XLIV. CHANGE OF RESIDENCE

That same day, the First Consul, left alone with Bourrienne, dictated
the following order, addressed to the Consulate guard and to the army at
large:

Washington is dead! That great man fought against tyranny. He
consolidated the liberty of America. His memory will ever be dear
to the French people, to all free men in both hemispheres, but
especially to the French soldiers, who, like Washington and his
soldiers, have fought for Liberty and Equality. Consequently, the
First Consul orders that the flags and banners of the Republic
shall be hung with crape for ten days.

But the First Consul did not intend to confine himself to this order of
the day.

Among the means he took to facilitate his removal from the Luxembourg to
the Tuileries was one of those fetes by which he knew, none better, how
to amuse the eyes and also direct the minds of the spectator. This fete
was to take place at the Invalides, or, as they said in those days, the
Temple of Mar