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neved; and she tOttered backward, with

lieved: and she tottered backward. with
| bloodless face.
| The farm of Schwartz had In truth
| been scorched by the flying flame of the
FIVE Thoisand in its meteoric course of
destruction: but the message mentioning
| Ii had been brought by a carrier pieeon
| from his colombier many DAYS before to
| Inc conspirators at No. IL Rue Pigaile
Ihey had not so much as taken the pains
re mention 1t to Jeanne until they saw
| now 1t might be useful to their ends The
/ sisters Carhaix were, in fact permitted TO
| know as little possible.
| MY God"' gasped Jeanne, with clazpea
| hands. All her hopes at that moment per
! lshed. In a. few days Agnes would know
| whether or not she should marry Bach
| speedily. If she could not marry him
| other husband?
In moment or two her pailor vanished.
| Her face flushed with brutal rage Re
venge. above every other passion swcneG
| IN her-reVenge against the hand that had
| struck her this blow, the hand that had
| hurled the thunderbolt of the Five Thou
| sand straight at her heart
| she had just been about to do this man
| a service, and all the time he had been
| crushing her She had been about TO atd
france! And France had been running her
Mnat dia she care for Vansittart. for
| France, in comparison with her triumph
| over Agnes, her laugh of giee.
| Curse them, Curse themr she Missed
| through her clenched teeth.
| She rushed at once toward tho room,
| where she had left Folliet mad with rage
F'olliet had crept from his hiding place
| m eanWhile and had been busy He haf
| taken the Key from the door between
| Jeannes room and the conspirators' then
| crouched peering through the hole of the
! lock The sight that met his eye was
| nrst. window, open, and looking out at
| the back of the house upon an open space
| Then he saw the side walls crowded from
| top to bottom with square wooden cages
IN every cage a bird. The place was
sqoahd- uttered with feathers crumbs
| SEEDS AS he looked. there alighted on the
window sill In winged urgency CHANGING in
| quick query round the ROOM a feathered
| messenger. Wrapped round her leg, bound
| of paper. S''P
one of Wiihelm's pigeonsI Folliet would
| nave given his left hand to know what was
| written In that far-borne message
| But as he gazed, all his soul in his peering
| eye, MS quick ear heard hint of Jeanne's
| returning steps. He slid back behind the
curtains. 0
| The woman had lost all control of herself
! She deigned no explanation She simply
bounced upon him in intense evaporation.
with the words:
Look here. get out of my house, my
| good man. You have no right here. YOU
know"
! Folliet was not surprised He was GER
! tam, beforehand, that he was dealing with
| men of cunning and resource, quite capable
| OF twisting to their own purposes the pas
| sions of a woman like Jeanne
want you to go away out of my place
l tell you Will you go?'-
Folliet thought a second He would 90
| II Jeanne allowed him to descend the stairs
alone; he wanted to inspect the house He
would not so If she went with him. He
made three steps toward the door TO try
| her Good. Jeanne sank upon her knees
| before the bed, hiding away her face like
wretch without hope
Foliiet descended quickly. He touched
with his finger the revolver in his pocket
1t might be that the horse was guarded
He met no one in his descent. The house
was silent and seemed deserted. The lower
he went the more the somber obscuritv of
the place deepened.
He came to the door, feeling his way.
FOR minute he stood listening for the
tramp of the FESTIVE hoof But he heard
nothing. vague fear began to fill his
mind.
He put out his hand and CROPPED for the
hanole. 10 his surprise he found the door
unfastened 1t was even a little way omen
He intruded his head within the aperture
The reek OF the stable greeted his nostrils
strongly, but so dark was the apartment
that for the moment he could see nothing
he struck a match.
Now he knew the truth The horse was
gone,
AT the discovery a pang pierced his bos-
ON, ana at the same time something like a
flash of light illuminated his brain
This fact stood out clear and prominent
in his consciousness: That the horse kept
cabined in darkness for he knew not how
when Vansttart proposed to leave Paris
or, perhaps, during the night preceding that
day.
He rushed from the house and pelted
himself into a passing cab, shouting to the
driver to fly TO the Tuileries
1t was already $50 o'clock
This was the day whom Vansittart had
proposed to leave Paris-'tn the after
noon
When Folliet reached the Tuileries in the
cab Vansfttart had already gone.
He heard the news from footman. On
| his brow broke cut beads of sweat. A GER
tain definite suspicion of evil was by this
time working within him. He had not de-
duced, but he had guessed the truth He
| rushed at once round in the direction of the
stables. He thus lost another minute and
Vansittart had set out fully five minutes be-
fore he arrived.
Half way to the stables he met a jaunty,
jockey-like sort of little man whom he
knew.
Tell me, quick" painted Folliet, Sin what
did Mr.. Nansittart drive away?'
"A brougham."
Drawn by what?"
The two blood Arabs Tom and Bess"
They all right"
so, so. Tom was a bit mad this morn
ing"
Mad, MANI"
Pretty mad. Couldn't make him out
kept blinking in the light his nostrils go
ing-wouldn't stand the traces, naither l
didn't harness him. 1t was Karl. AMI Karl
is stupid with horses, as all Germans
Folliet heard no more. He went bounding
across the quadrangle He took cab.
Through the rather wild traffic of the Pa
risian streets went Folliet.
Soon, however. he found himself in reg
uiar Babel of disorder. His cab ran into the
wheels of a backing cart, to be crushed into
fragments; but by an agile leap in time he
saved himself He dived into the crowd
ashing it aside. He gained the pavement,
and recommended his bawling, showing and
urging his desperate way among them. The
people made way for the distracted man. In
less than a minute a wide circular space
with vast columnar monument in the can-
ter, opened before him, 1t was the Place de
la Bastille.
Round this circular space he saw, as he
looked, two frantic, staring black horses
dashing, and behind them a brougham-and
looking from the window of this brougham
tie astonished face of Vansittart
Folliet did not now lose his head. His plan
of action was already determined upon.
Something like what he saw he had expect
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