e to a place of comparative safety," he said after a
slight pause, "but since then she has been set entirely free."

"Free?"

"Yes. Chauvelin himself brought me the news," he replied with a quick,
mirthless laugh, wholly unlike his usual light-hearted gaiety. "He had
to ask me where to find Jeanne, for I alone knew where she was. As for
Armand, they'll not worry about him whilst I am here. Another reason why
I must bide a while longer. But in the meanwhile, dear, I pray you find
Mademoiselle Lange; she lives at No. 5 Square du Roule. Through her
I know that you can get to see Armand. This second letter," he added,
pressing a smaller packet into her hand, "is for him. Give it to him,
dear heart; it will, I hope, tend to cheer him. I fear me the poor lad
frets; yet he only sinned because he loved, and to me he will always be
your brother--the man who held your affection for all the years before
I came into your life. Give him this letter, dear; they are my
instructions to him, as the others are for Ffoulkes; but tell him to
read them when he is all alone. You will do that, dear heart, will you
not?"

"Yes, Percy," she said simply. "I promise."

Great joy, and the expression of intense relief, lit up his face, whilst
his eyes spoke the gratitude which he felt.

"Then there is one thing more," he said. "There are others in this cruel
city, dear heart, who have trusted me, and whom I must not fail--Marie
de Marmontel and her brother, faithful servants of the late queen; they
were on the eve of arrest when I succeeded in getting them to a place
of comparative safety; and there are others there, too all of these
poor victims have trusted me implicitly. They are waiting for me there,
trusting in my promise to convey them safely to England. Sweetheart, you
must redeem my promise to them. You will?--you will? Promise me that you
will--"

"I promise, Percy," she said once more.

"Then go, dear, to-morrow, in the late afternoon, to No. 98, Rue de
Charonne. It is a narrow house at the extreme end of that long street
which abuts on the fortifications. The lower part of the house is
occupied by a dealer in rags and old clothes. He and his wife and
family are wretchedly poor, but they are kind, good souls, and for
a consideration and a minimum of risk to themselves they will always
render service to the English milors, whom they believe to be a band of
inveterate smugglers. Ffoulkes and all the others know these people
and kno