gone to the station, as "Ma'm'selle" was
bound for New York. Marmette had sent word to M. Barouche by messenger,
but the messenger had missed him. Then he heard Barouche in anger say:

"You fool--why did you let her leave! It's my bread and butter--and
yours too--that's at stake. I wanted to use her against Grier. She was
my final weapon of attack. How long ago did she leave?" Marmette told
him.

Denzil saw Barode Barouche leave the house with grim concern and talking
hard to Paul Marmette. He knew the way they would go, so he fell behind
a tree, and saw them start for the place where they could order a cab.
Then he followed them. Looking at his watch he saw that, if they got
a cab, they would get to the station before the train started, and he
wondered how he could retard Barouche. A delay of three minutes would
be enough, for it was a long way, and the distance could only be covered
with good luck in the time. Yet Denzil had hope, for his faith in Junia
was great, and he felt sure she would do what she planned. He had to
trot along fast, because Barouche and Marmette were going hard, and he
could not see his way to be of use yet. He would give his right hand to
help Carnac win against the danger Junia had suggested. It could not be
aught to Carnac's discredit, or Junia would not have tried to get the
danger out of Montreal; he had seen Luzanne, and she might be deadly, if
she had a good weapon!

Presently, he saw Barouche and his agent stop at the door of a
livery-stable, and were told that no cabs were available. There were
none in the street, and time was pressing. Not far away, however, was
a street with a tram-line, and this tram would take Barouche near the
station from which Luzanne would start. So Barouche made hard for this
street and had reached it when a phaeton came along, and in it was one
whom Barouche knew. Barouche spoke to the occupant, and presently both
men were admitted to the phaeton just as a tram-car came near.

As the phaeton would make the distance to the station in less time than
the car, this seemed the sensible thing to do, and Denzil's spirits
fell. There remained enough time for Barouche to reach the station
before the New York train started! He got aboard the tram himself, and
watched the phaeton moving quickly on ahead. He saw the driver of the
phaeton strike his horse with a whip, and the horse, suddenly breaking
into a gallop, slipped and fell to the ground on the tramtrack. A mome