er, and made outrage and murder
a national duty as they drank, and danced, and sang the "Ca-ira,"
flaunting their rags, sometimes even their nakedness.

Into the midst of such a crowd Richard Barrington had walked as he went
to the Chat Rouge; as bloodthirsty a mob as he could possibly have
encountered in all Paris, and the Rue Charonne had been turned into
Pandemonium when it was realized that the quarry had escaped. Houses
were forcibly entered, men and women insulted and ill-used, the Chat
Rouge was invaded and searched, the landlord barely escaping with his
life. The opportunity to drink without cost presently kept the mob busy,
however, and as the liquor took effect the work of searching was
abandoned for the night, but the next morning the crowd came together
again, and for days it was unsafe to go abroad in the Rue Charonne.

Of this quarter was Citizen Jacques Sabatier, never so criminal as many
of his fellows, perhaps, yet a dangerous man. He might pass along these
streets in safety, and since he had become a man of some importance, had
influence with this mob. Through him Raymond Latour could count upon the
support of those who dwelt in the purlieus of the Rue Charonne, but both
he and his henchman knew perfectly well that there were times when any
attempt to exert such influence would be useless. Sabatier, waiting by
the Chat Rouge, had heard the sudden cry, "An aristocrat! The American!"
yet he dared not have interfered openly to save Barrington. Had the
fugitive not turned suddenly into the archway where Sabatier waited, it
is certain that Sabatier would not have gone out to rescue him. The
chance to help him at little risk had offered itself, and he had taken
it.

As Richard Barrington rose to his feet in the straw, he was in pitch
darkness, but not alone. There was a quick movement beside him, and then
a voice whispering in his ear:

"A narrow escape. Give me your hand; I will lead you into a place of
greater safety."

Barrington had no idea who his deliverer was, but he thanked him and
took his hand. He was led along evil-smelling passages into which no ray
of light penetrated, but which were evidently familiar to his guide.
There were turnings, now to right, now to left, an opening and shutting
of doors, and finally entrance into a wider space where the air was
comparatively fresh.

"One moment and I will get a light."

The dim light from the lantern revealed a small chamber, square and
built o