firm set, unreadable. He
showed no sign of fear, he seemed curiously indifferent to man's opinion
of him. It was noted by some that he did not go in the direction of the
Rue Valette, and when he had passed out of sight they told one another
that there was a set purpose on the deputy's face. What purpose? He
hurried presently, choosing narrow and deserted streets, as a man who
carries a secret and does not wish to be seen.

Barrington had roused from a night of dreamless sleep, refreshed, ready
for the new day which was already creeping into his cell. Would Jeanne
decide to see him once more? Yes, he was convinced she would. He was
glad to feel the new strength in him, for there must be no tears in his
eyes at that meeting, only brave words on his lips and strong
encouragement in his face. Surely that meeting would be to-day. Latour
would not delay. Yet, what did he mean when he said it might be
difficult?

He asked no questions when Mercier brought his breakfast. It was
strange, after all that had happened, that he should trust Latour, yet
he did. He could not help doing so when they had grasped hands first in
the wine shop--how long ago that seemed!--he had done so yesterday when
they had gripped hands across this little table. He was a strange
mixture of good and evil, this Raymond Latour. What did he intend to do?
Would he sacrifice Jeanne rather than lose her?

"I cannot guess," Barrington murmured to himself. "He probably thinks
that Jeanne will marry him rather than see me sent to the guillotine. It
is a hard test. How must I counsel her?"

The light which came through the high grating gradually grew less. The
night was coming quickly. He was not to see Jeanne to-day, perhaps never
again. The bravery of the early hours passed from him and a chill of
despair was at his heart as he sat at the table, his face buried in his
hands.

The room was dark when the door opened and Mercier entered.

"Monsieur, will you follow me?"

Barrington sprang to his feet at once.

"Monsieur will have been told by Citizen Latour that he is to do as I
direct."

"I am so tired of these walls that a journey to the Place de la
Revolution would be almost welcome."

Mercier carried a lantern, and, after locking the door of the cell, he
led Barrington by the same way that he and Seth had taken. They passed
through the trapdoor into the cellar, and from there into the passage of
the house.

"This way," said Mercier, opening a doo