, Seth was convinced, yet for three days he
did nothing, nor did he plan anything in his mind. He had been told to
wait three days, and he waited, no look of anxiety in his eyes, no
suppressed agitation or desire for action apparent in his manner. He
went out and came in as though these days had no particular interest for
him, and ate and drank as a normal man with no care in his mind.
Precisely at the end of those three days, however, he began the labor
which he had fully expected to be obliged to do--the discovery of
Richard Barrington's whereabouts. Seth knew that the Marquis de
Lafayette had left Paris, or at least that his master had been told so,
but, being disposed to take nothing for granted, it was to Lafayette's
apartments that he went first.

The servant who was still there did not remember him, and was not
inclined to give any information.

"I don't expect to see the Marquis though I asked for him," Seth
answered. "I am Monsieur Barrington's man, and it was you no doubt who
delivered your master's message to him. Monsieur Barrington has gone."

"I am glad. I know the Marquis was anxious that he should leave Paris."

"By gone I mean that I don't know where he is," said Seth, "but I don't
think he has left Paris."

"Do you mean that he is arrested? I might get a message through to my
master who is with the army in the north."

"I don't know that he is arrested. No, I think it would be better not to
send a message until I am certain. It is possible, although not
probable, that you may hear of my master; if you do will you let me
know?"

"I will. You are still at the house of Monsieur Fargeau?"

"Yes, and shall remain there."

Seth next went to find Lucien Bruslart. He had no intention of being
open with him. He had concocted an ambiguous message from his master, so
framed as to astonish Bruslart, whether he knew where Richard Barrington
was or not, and Seth hoped to read something of the truth in his face.

Citizen Bruslart's apartment was closed, and the concierge knew nothing
about him. His servants had also gone.

"Ah! like rats from a sinking ship, eh, citizen?"

"Maybe. I'm no politician."

"Nor I," said Seth, "until there's my own skin to keep whole, and then
I'll be politician enough to fight for it. It's not only the aristocrats
who are dangerous, citizen."

"Why, that's true."

"And if there's a wine shop handy we might drink confusion to all the
enemies of liberty," Seth returned.