mple enough," Robespierre replied. "He was in the service
of her father."

"Oh, I remember now," Lebat said. "He is English. I wonder, citizen,
that you should give your confidence to one of that treacherous
nation."

"He saved my life," Robespierre replied coldly; "a somewhat good
ground, you will admit, for placing confidence in him."

"Assuredly," Lebat said hastily, seeing that Robespierre was offended.
"And now, citizen, there is another matter of importance on which
I wish to confer with you."

Harry rose.

"Citizen, I will ask you to excuse me from further work to-day.
My head aches badly, and I can scarce see what I am writing."

"I thought you were making some confusion of my papers," Robespierre
said kindly. "By all means put aside your work."

On leaving the room Harry ran up to the attic above, which he had
occupied since he had entered Robespierre's service, rapidly put on
the blue blouse and pantaloons which he had formerly worn, pulled
his cap well down over his eyes, and hurried down stairs. He
stationed himself some distance along the street and waited for
Lebat to come out. Rapidly thinking the matter over, he concluded
that the man would not present himself with the order of release until
after dark, in order that if Marie struggled or tried to make her
escape it would be unnoticed in the street. Lebat had calculated,
of course, that on the presentation of the order the prison officials
would at once lead Marie to the gates whether she wished it or not,
and would, at his order, force her into a vehicle, when she would
be completely in his power, and he could confine her in his own
house or elsewhere until she consented to be his wife.

A quarter of an hour later Lebat came out of the house and walked
down the street. Harry followed him. After walking for some distance
Lebat came to a stand of hackney-coaches and spoke to one of the
drivers. When he had gone on again Harry went up to the man.

"Comrade," he said, "do you wish to do a good action and earn a
couple of gold pieces at the same time?"

"That will suit me admirably," the coachman replied.

"Let one of your comrades look after your horse, then, and let us
have a glass of wine together in that cabaret."

As soon as they were seated at a small table with a measure of wine
before them Harry said:

"That deputy with the red sash who spoke to you just now has engaged
you for a job this evening?"

"He has," the coachman said. "I