The porter was nothing loth, and was soon talking glibly enough.

"I'm not to be deceived," he said, eying Seth curiously. "You are a man
with power, and Citizen Bruslart is wanted."

"Ah, you may be no politician, but I see you are no fool," answered
Seth, with a swagger unnatural to him. "Men are brought out of the
provinces to work in Paris sometimes. Maybe that is why you do not know
me. There has been some good work done in the provinces and the
authorities begin to understand the value of the men who have done it.
Now Citizen Bruslart--"

"I know only this," said the porter, confidentially. "He went out very
hurriedly one morning, and has not returned. His man followed and has
not returned either. I do not think Citizen Bruslart intends to come
back."

"But they have not sent to arrest him," said Seth.

"Not until you came, citizen," answered the porter, with a wink to show
how exceedingly knowing he was.

"You're a smart man. I might presently find use for you."

"I have done a little already, citizen. Two aristocrats have looked
through the little window with my help."

"Good, very good. May you receive the reward you deserve," Seth
answered, rising as he finished his wine. "I shall hardly earn my pay if
I stay longer. You're of the kind I should like to reward, an excellent
double-faced man, Judas-like, betraying with a kiss. These are the men
who succeed to-day. I love them as I love hell and the guillotine."

Even the porter was a little afraid of such a patriot, and was rather
glad to see the back of him as he swaggered away.

Bruslart's disappearance was comprehensible. The escape of mademoiselle
would naturally draw suspicion upon him. Was Richard Barrington with
him?

This was the first question Seth asked himself. It gave quick birth to
another. What part had Raymond Latour in the scheme?

The set purpose in Seth's mind was apparent by the fact that he took the
most direct route to the Rue Valette. Twice at intervals of an hour he
knocked at Latour's door and received no answer, nor heard any sound
within. The third time the door was opened, and Latour faced him.

"Your business, citizen."

"I have something important to tell Citizen Latour," Seth answered.

"I do not know you."

"Does Citizen Latour know all his admirers?"

"No, nor all his enemies," was the answer.

"Were I an enemy I do not think you would be afraid. As it happens I
want to be a friend."

"Come in, then, and