rland and St. Petersburg have failed, it is true, and
the Russian empress has ordered me to be driven away and pursued. But
the Invisible Fathers have not forsaken me, as they know that I am a
useful tool in their hands. They have carefully provided me with money,
passports, and instructions. We have lost thousands, but we will regain
them, for the future is ours. I am protected by the order, and called
to a new and important mission in Paris, to strive for the sacred aim of
the Church."

"And have they no mission for me?" asked Lorenza. "Is there nothing
further for me to do in that city than to be a beautiful woman, and play
tricks for my dear husband?"

"Great events await you in Paris, which we will aid you to prepare. The
Invisible Fathers send you before me to the Cardinal de Rohan. You are
going to Paris in the service of the revolution of minds. The carriage
is ordered, and you are to set off this very hour."

"And when are you going, Joseph?" Lorenza asked, with a touch of
melancholy.

"I shall officially depart in an hour, but in reality at the same
time that the Baroness von Balmore leaves the hotel in her
travelling-carriage. Near the waiting-maid will a servant sit upon the
box. I shall be he."

"Officially you depart in an hour; what does that mean?" Cagliostro
smiled. "It is a long story and a comical one. Come, seat yourself by
me upon the sofa; repose your head upon me, and listen to what I will
relate to you."

CHAPTER XXXII. MIRACLES AND SPIRITS.

Late in the afternoon of the same day a travelling-carriage drove up
before the hotel "King of Portugal," in the Burgstrasse, with two
large black trunks strapped upon it behind the footman's box, and the
postilion, sitting by the coachman, playing the beautiful and popular
air, "Es ritten drei Reuter cum Thore hinaus!"

Count St. Julien descended the stairs, followed by the host, and nodded
in a lofty manner to the two waiters and hostler awaiting him at the
entrance, who returned it by a profound bow, at the same time not
failing to see the white hand extended with the trinkgeld.

The host himself closed the carriage door, and the count departed amid
the merry peals of the postilion, the former gazing after him with the
satisfaction of one who has made a good bargain. The servants watched
it, too, until it had disappeared around the corner of the next street.

At this instant the quivering tones of a post-horn were heard, and an
open c