Picard, who has entered
with the crowd to wait upon his mistress, presents a comic figure. He
has arrayed himself in the red-and-white striped garb of the
proletariat, is trying his best to look a Revolutionary, though all he
gets for it are kicks and wallops!

Sense and nonsense mix strangely in the proceedings of the mob. They
set up a rude court headed by two horny-handed butchers, the object of
which is to separate the innocent from the guilty. But the new
red-and-white cockade--superseding the green cockades of the first
battle--is the best passport to their favor. Inmates whose friends
have provided them with these Revolutionary badges, are generally
turned loose. Shouting and laughing in their glee, they dance out of
the prison.

Picard has provided Henriette with his badge, whilst Sister Genevieve
and the Doctor vouch to her good character. Henriette kisses the
cockade as a sign of fealty to the new order. The brawny judges let
her pass. She runs merrily out past the harmless gauntlet of the
friendly pikes and lances.

Not so Picard--That luckless valet tries to sneak out past the big
chopper of the brawny butcher-judge.

Whir-r! The chopper descends in front of him, almost taking his head
off!

Picard executes a strategic retirement to the rear. There! Isn't there
seemingly a good chance to crawl out between the other guardian's
legs, and thus escape?

Picard tries it.

Alas! the first butcher catches sight of Picard's be-tufted head
protruding in this strange manner from under the crotch of his fellow.
The Man of Meat grasps Picard firmly by the collar and pulls him
forth.

With the other hand he raises the axe to chop the offender's head off,
thinks better of it, twirls Picard swiftly around, and using the flat
of the chopper spanks the rear of the Picard anatomy, sending him
sprawling into the limbo.

So that little Henriette's excursion into Freedom is unattended and
alone. It is quite unlikely that she bothers about Picard at all.
"Louise! Rue de Brissac!" is the sole thought of her whirling little
brain, as she speeds on.

Just where is the Frochards' cellar door? Certainly she has never
noticed it in her frequent searches of the Pont Neuf district. But
perhaps some one can tell her--She is in the Rue de Brissac now,
almost at the spot where she herself was kidnapped and Louise was
lost.

A good-looking daughter of the people comes hurrying by.

"Can you tell me where the Frochards liv