n a tone of bitter raillery, "he
has the cunning of hell, of the priests! You are no match for him,
Monsieur. Nor I; nor any of us. And"--with a gesture of despair--"he
will be my master! He will break me to his will and to his hand! I
shall be his! His, body and soul, body and soul!" she continued
drearily, as she sank into a chair and, rocking herself to and fro,
covered her face. "I shall be his! His till I die!"

The man's eyes burned, and the pulse in his temples beat wildly.

"But you shall not!" he exclaimed. "I may be no match for him in
cunning, you say well. But I can kill him. And I will!" He paced up
and down. "I will!"

"You should have done it when he was here," she answered, half in scorn,
half in earnest.

"It is not too late," he cried; and then he stopped, silenced by the
opening door. It was Javette who entered. They looked at her, and
before she spoke were on their feet. Her face, white and eager, marking
something besides fear, announced that she brought news. She closed the
door behind her, and in a moment it was told.

"Monsieur can escape, if he is quick," she cried in a low tone; and they
saw that she trembled with excitement. "They are at supper. But he must
be quick! He must be quick!"

"Is not the door guarded?"

"It is, but--"

"And he knows! Your mistress says that he knows that I am here."

For a moment Javette looked startled. "It is possible," she muttered.
"But he has gone out."

Madame Carlat clapped her hands. "I heard the door close," she said,
"three minutes ago."

"And if Monsieur can reach the room in which he supped last night, the
window that was broken is only blocked"--she swallowed once or twice in
her excitement--"with something he can move. And then Monsieur is in the
street, where his cowl will protect him."

"But Count Hannibal's men?" he asked eagerly.

"They are eating in the lodge by the door."

"Ha! And they cannot see the other room from there?"

Javette nodded. Her tale told, she seemed to be unable to add a word.
Mademoiselle, who knew her for a craven, wondered that she had found
courage either to note what she had or to bring the news. But as
Providence had been so good to them as to put it into this woman's head
to act as she had, it behoved them to use the opportunity--the last, the
very last opportunity they might have.

She turned to Tignonville. "Oh, go!" she cried feverishly. "Go, I beg!
Go now, Monsieur! T