and burnt every one of the letters I could find."

"What for?" demanded Murray.

"In case of accidents. It would not do us any good to have them things
found on us; and nobody ever knows what is going to turn up."

CHAPTER CIV.

THE ESCORT--THE TRIAL.

"Marseilles at last!" exclaimed Dick Harvey, as the train came to a
standstill.

"I thought we were never to end our journey," said little Emily.

However, they quickly got clear of the railway station, engaged
apartments at an hotel, and then, without waiting to eat or drink, made
their way towards the gaol.

"I wonder what house that is with the Union Jack flying over it," said
Mrs. Harkaway, as they passed along a street near the harbour.

"The British consulate very likely," said her husband "We had better
call there."

But the consul was not at home.

"Do you know where he is gone?" asked Harvey of the servant.

"Why, sir, there are some Englishmen to be tried to-day for coining,
and he is gone to watch the case."

"To-day?"

"Yes, sir; in fact, the trial will commence in ten minutes," replied
the man, after consulting his watch.

"Where does the trial take place?"

"The second turning on the left, sir. The hall of justice is a large
building just round the corner."

"Come along, then," said Harkaway; "there is no time to lose."

They hurried along the street at a rate that made the French people
stare.

Paquita was the first of the party to turn the corner, and she had no
sooner done so than she exclaimed--

"There they are."

And running between a file of soldiers, threw her arms round Harry
Girdwood's neck.

Little Emily would have followed her example, but the officer in charge
of the escort would not permit any such irregular conduct, and Paquita
was compelled to rejoin her friends.

"Hurrah, dad!" exclaimed young Jack; "I knew you would turn up in time.
And, mamma, how pale you are looking."

"Can you wonder at it, my boy, considering the anxiety we have all
suffered?"

"Mr. Mole, Mr. Mole," exclaimed Dick Harvey, shaking his head, "I am
surprised indeed to hear that you have taken to counterfeit coining."

"Harvey, this is really no joking matter," replied Mole.

"No, it will be no joke when you are chained to the oar in one of those
galleys down in the harbour."

"Stand back, ladies and gentlemen, if you please," exclaimed the
officer commanding the escort. "I cannot allow any communication with
my prisoners."