."

On the fourth day Sabatier brought a message from Latour. Barrington's
servant Seth had been to him inquiring about his master. Naturally,
perhaps, he was not inclined to believe Latour's word that he was safe,
and unless he had some definite proof might ruin everything by making
inquiries in other directions.

"Will you write a letter to your servant, monsieur, telling him to wait
until he has further instructions from you?"

"Might he not come to me here?"

"For the present that would be too dangerous," Sabatier answered. "I
come and go, monsieur, because I was bred in this quarter of the city.
The mob claims me as a part of it, and truly I am, except in this
business. I began by simply obeying Citizen Latour, for my own benefit,
I make no secret of it; now I am also interested in Monsieur
Barrington."

The letter to Seth was written and given to Sabatier to deliver. Two
more weary days of waiting passed, and then late one afternoon Raymond
Latour came.

Barrington welcomed him, both hands held out to him.

"It was bravely done," he exclaimed. "You must have run great risk in
getting her from the Abbaye prison."

"Yes, great risk. I have come to talk to you about it."

Latour ignored the outstretched hands. He stood in front of Barrington
with folded arms. There was something amiss.

"What has happened?" Barrington asked.

"The usual thing when an honest man trusts a liar; the honest man has
been deceived."

"You speak of--"

"Of one Richard Barrington, a liar I was fool enough to trust. Oh, this
is no time for fighting," Latour went on quickly, as sudden anger
stiffened Barrington's figure, and gave a dangerous fire to his eyes.
"You will be wise to hear me out. This was a place of safety, it is a
prison, and a word from me will send you to the guillotine as surely as
we are standing face to face at this moment."

"First prove me a liar; afterward threaten me if you will," Barrington
returned.

Latour regarded him in silence for a few moments and then said slowly:

"Tell me, where is Jeanne St. Clair?"

"Jeanne! She has gone?" cried Barrington. "Sabatier said she was with
you, that she--"

"It is well done, monsieur; I am no longer a fool or I might be
convinced, might still be deceived."

"For Heaven's sake, man, tell me what you mean," and Barrington spoke
hoarsely.

"If it pleases you to keep up the deception, let me put facts plainly,"
said Latour. "You admit the risk I ran in secu