Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1904-05-13
"when does the gentleman arriver

"A fortnight Slice worn CdIne HllDeT
by the Royal George that he was soon
to take ship"
Jarrat smiled beneath his hand.
Knowing himself so close to the gov
errors confidence, he could afford to be
amused. Moreover, he had had more
than one meeting while abroad with
Lord Stormont in regard to this same
matter. Foys hangman's humor, how
ever, made him a favorte with Lord
Dunmore, and it was sSll worth Jar
rats while to cultivate him.
II am fattered that you confide in
me-" he said. "But what will you do
with him when he comes2 You cannot
seize his person."
"Why not?" cried Foy pettishly.
There's more to his coming than that,
Jarrat He will report aye to this
venture of the king. Well, Louis
needs no further messenger. He will
straightway make the marquis his en-
voy. And think you the visitor need
be let deliver that message? BY the
fiend, no! Seize his person, eh? We
shall see, Jarrat! The earl knows his
muttons. Meanwhile this marquis
must be watched for. We must know
where to put a finger on him. The
lower ports are well under espionage.
But some of us must watch here at
Yorktown. IT'S what l want you to
do, Jarrat. Gad's life! IT'S too deli
cate a matter to intrust to any bog
gler."
again you fatter me-" Jarrat had
been studying Foy through half shut
eyes. Now he opened them.
Enough, captain; l accept the COM
mission. l take it upon myself to well
come the noble sojourner should he
land here. Who knows, / might even
make friends with him."
Good" Foys look wore relief. IL
can leave tomorrow for Winchester,
then, and shall tell Lord Dunmore that
l have confided in YOU
Tell his excellency," Jarrat respond
ed as the other rose, that l shall keep
a sharp eye for the marquis. From the
moment he lands l shall be his shad-
ow. A pleasant journey, captain.
Leave everything to me-
And now" said Foy, for bottle of
old sherry"
Jarrat went to the yard to see him
go and when he had disappeared turn
ed his eye to Il narrow blank window
under the shingle roof.
Louis will send another messenger
when the news reaches Francel When
it reaches France he muttered. Then
more slowly, when it reaches France"
He stood musing moment, turned
and entered the door.
The radiant Frenchman that evening,
returning to the Swan afoot through
the late dusk fall, went up the tavern
stair to find that the door of his cham
Der stood ajar. An exclamation of sur
prise escaped him. He mounted quick
ly and went in.
Jarrat sat there by the little table,
waiting.
"Ah!" said the secretary. His eye
darted swiftly to his chest in the cor
ner. Then he crossed the room and
tried the lid. 1t had not been opened
81 am no common thief, curse itp'
spat out Jarrat
Mop observed Armand, with a ris-
ing infection. Monsieur will pardon
me. l did not know" He sat down
composedly. ITO what do l owe this
pleasure" tentatively.
Jarrat leaned elbows on the table
and regarded him. You are no fool"
he said at length. "All the better"
NJ. Armand wore look of polite In
Quiry.
my word for it," said Jarrat sudden
| ly, there are richer paymasters than
Louis XVI"
The other fronted him fiercely, men
acingly. what mean you?" he cried.
Jarrat laughed. You see that
know what was the marquis business
in the colonies
He went and closed the door.
Now" he said returning, IN. Ar
mand, master secretary, clerk of dead
master, l have a proposition to make
TO you"
And it, said the young foreigner
slowly half hour later, looking across
into the ferret eyes IF l do this
what you call it?-masQuerade; if |,
the humble secretary, the clerk, as you
have said it, become changed for the
purposes of my lord the earl to the
courtier, the NOBLE
He paused. They were sitting at
ease now, and on Jarrats face salts
faction was spread thinly, like OIL The
ingratiating mood became him, and his
companions distrustful look had van
ished into something that smacked
more of friendliness.
"Think you not" the latter finished
that these Virginians will know the
difference
"'Sbloodw scoffed Jarrat. "What
know they here in the desert of French
mobiles? No more than my lord bishop
of LondOn's scullery maid"'
An expression of curious intentness
lurked in Armands face. He was 81
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