The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-12-03
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standing on tiptoes. kept trying to look
over the heads of the crowd
l walked past him rapidly, brushing
against him as / did so, and turned
with an apology that broke into an ex-
elamation of surprised recognition.
Your pardon, monsieur, Helm, Can
I believe my eyes? Is it you, d'Ara-
mon?"
'Yes-yes.' he stammered uneasily
Il have business, NJ. lie Brusquet; an
other day and he would have hast
ened on, but l stood in his path; say
ing, insolently:
AT the Cabarets? Well, so have 1.
Come and drink, and tell me how the
air of Paris has become healthy for
you once more
/ He grew red at my words, but to do
] him justice he kept his temper though
/ he said. colby enough:
Monsieur, l have said 1 have bust
ness
But 1 laughed and cut in upon his
speech.
And so have I: everybody's business
is testers business. Come and drink -
He thought L was in my cups, and
still preserved his GOODNESS.
he pressed on. But / stuck like fly to
him. buzzing in his ear
Tell me- l said loudly, you appear
to be on your feet again-does the
Spanish ambassador pay well?"
He stopped short with a curse. and
turned on me. shaking with anger.
'-Begone. fool" he shouted his hand
, on the hilt of his poniard. But I,slipped
back nimbly, my drawn napier pointed
/ at him. and in a moment crowd had
gathered around US. He was no coward
and would certainly not have shrunk
from an affair: but now ii was abso-
luteiy necessary for him to have his
hands free. He glanced around him,
and then made a mistake. He at
tempted to dash across the road to the
other side and escape. me. On the in
slant / had raised the cry. "Au vo-
leur," and the crowd was on his heels.
You all know the good people of Paris,
and how hard it would go with a man
behind whom the cry stop thiefi' was
raised. 1t Jared so with d'Aramon. The
spy had barely got across the Tique-
tonne when he was surrounded by
shrieking. bowling mob-and a mob,
too, of the artisans and workers of the
Halles. He drew his sword and swept
it round him; but they only gave way
to form in closer behind him And now
stones and other missiles began to fly.
and the rattles Of the watch to be
heard i caught one glimpse OF d'Ara-
mon. He had backed up against the
wall near a street lamp; his cheek was
cut and bleeding, and his dress torn
and soiled. He was trying TO shout ex-
plantations, but ne might as well have
shouted TO awaken the dead.
''Au voleur, Au voleur," was shrieked
and howled around him. and then some
one brought him down with a blow
from staff. and he fell beneath a
struggling heap of men.
l had no pity for the villain. He was
one of the worst of his class, and de-
served death at the lamp post. On the
whole he got off easily enough. though
he was marked for life.Dand it was
many long day ere the captains"
limbs lost their soreness.
He was disposed. of. at any rate. So
leaving him to the tender mercies of
the crowd, and of the watch, who had
hurried up. went rapidly on towards
the Rue Tire Boudin, where Lorgnac's
house STOOD 1t was but a short way
from the Tiquetonne. and on reaching
the entrance to the street halted for a
moment, as If to examine the display in
the window of pastry cooks shop al
though my eyes were fixed anywhere
but on his tartlets and cakes. The
moon was out now, fun and clear, and