North Pole from the South.

"If any of you have influence over that hot-headed leader of yours,"
continued de Batz, unabashed by the silence of his friend, "I wish to
God you would exert it now."

"In what way?" queried St. Just, smiling in spite of himself at the
thought of his or any one else's control over Blakeney and his plans.

It was de Batz' turn to be silent. He paused for a moment or two, then
he asked abruptly:

"Your Scarlet Pimpernel is in Paris now, is he not?"

"I cannot tell you," replied Armand.

"Bah! there is no necessity to fence with me, my friend. The moment I
set eyes on you this afternoon I knew that you had not come to Paris
alone."

"You are mistaken, my good de Batz," rejoined the young man earnestly;
"I came to Paris alone."

"Clever parrying, on my word--but wholly wasted on my unbelieving ears.
Did I not note at once that you did not seem overpleased to-day when I
accosted you?"

"Again you are mistaken. I was very pleased to meet you, for I had felt
singularly lonely all day, and was glad to shake a friend by the hand.
What you took for displeasure was only surprise."

"Surprise? Ah, yes! I don't wonder that you were surprised to see me
walking unmolested and openly in the streets of Paris--whereas you had
heard of me as a dangerous conspirator, eh?--and as a man who has the
entire police of his country at his heels--on whose head there is a
price--what?"

"I knew that you had made several noble efforts to rescue the
unfortunate King and Queen from the hands of these brutes."

"All of which efforts were unsuccessful," assented de Batz
imperturbably, "every one of them having been either betrayed by some
d----d confederate or ferreted out by some astute spy eager for gain. Yes,
my friend, I made several efforts to rescue King Louis and Queen Marie
Antoinette from the scaffold, and every time I was foiled, and yet here
I am, you see, unscathed and free. I walk about the streets boldly, and
talk to my friends as I meet them."

"You are lucky," said St. Just, not without a tinge of sarcasm.

"I have been prudent," retorted de Batz. "I have taken the trouble to
make friends there where I thought I needed them most--the mammon of
unrighteousness, you know-what?"

And he laughed a broad, thick laugh of perfect self-satisfaction.

"Yes, I know," rejoined St. Just, with the tone of sarcasm still more
apparent in his voice now. "You have Austrian money at your disposal."

"Any