low?" he cried, turning to the
commander of the detachment.

"Your excellency, I had his parole."

"A curse on his parole! Take him to the prison with Motier, and bind
him like the other."

Upon this, Mimi was taken to the Residency, and Claude and Pere
Michel were conducted to prison, where both of them were confined.
Cazeneau himself then returned to the Residency. The ex-commandant,
Florian, was at the door. He saw the whole proceeding, but showed no
particular emotion.

Cazeneau regarded him coldly, and Florian returned his gaze with
haughty indifference.

"Your plans have not succeeded very well, you see, monsieur," said
Cazeneau.

"It is not time enough yet to decide," said Florian.

"To-morrow will decide."

"I think not. You will find, Monsieur le Commandant, that there is
public opinion, even in Louisbourg, which cannot be despised."

"Public opinion which favors traitors may safely be despised."

"True," said Florian; and with these words the two parted.

The following day came. A court martial had been called to sit at two
in the afternoon. At that hour the session was opened by Cazeneau.
The chief officers of the garrison were present. With them came
Florian.

"I am sorry, monsieur," said Cazeneau, "that I cannot invite you to a
seat in this court."

"By virtue of my military rank," said Florian, "I claim a seat here,
if not as judge, at least as spectator. I have come to see that the
Count de Montresor has justice."

"There is no such person. We are to try one Motier."

"It can be proved," said Florian, "that he is the Count de Montresor.
You yourself arrested him first as such."

"I was mistaken," said Cazeneau.

"As a peer of France, he can appeal to the king; and this court has
no final jurisdiction. I call all present to witness this. If my
warning is neglected here, it will be felt in a higher quarter.
Recollect, monsieur, that I shall soon be able to report to his
majesty himself. I flatter myself that my influence at court just now
is not inferior to that of the Count de Cazeneau."

"Perhaps, monsieur," said Cazeneau, with a sneer, "you would wish to
be commandant a little longer."

"All present," said Florian, "have heard my words. Let them remember
that the prisoner is undoubtedly the Count de Montresor, a peer of
France. Witnesses can be produced; among others, the Countess de
Montresor."

"There is no such person," said Cazeneau, angrily. "That lady is the
Countess de