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behind tho first.

behind the first.
1t was now that De Lussac's knowl-
edge Of heraldry saved him from maxi
ing q terrible htunder, for the carriage
at the steps bore the arms Of Mon
sieur de Launay, the governor. who
had evidently just arrived.
He turned to the plain vehicle and
entered 1t. and the coachman on the
box. who evidently suspected nothing,
touched his horses with the whip and
they started.
The man had asked for no directions;
It was evident that his instructions had
been laid down for him, and De Lussac
leaned back on the cushions, almost
suffocated by his success n the near
ness Of freedom.
Suddenly the carriage stopped. It
was the n gateway, and the harsh
voices Of the guards could be heard in
~terrogating the coachman. Then a face
appeared at the window. It was the
corporal of the guard. He peeped in,
saluted the cloaked figure and with
drew. The carriage drove on. only to
stop again at the d~rawbridge. Again
am the voices Of the guards and the
voice OF the coachman replying to
them. He was evidently showing them
MIS- permit. They passed on, and now
came the deep rumble Of the wheels on
the ~drawbridge. the grumble of La Bas-
SSNoR0 vi AlS4
NOW they We're in the Rue Saint An
tome, free at last-for the moment.
dc Lussac knew that at any minute
the jailer might revisit his cell, find
the trick that q been played on him,
and then q cannon from the battle
Guards. Swiss soldiers, the agents OF
De Sartines. all would be on his track.
ransacking Paris, turning out every
pocket OF the city where man might
hide.
It was imperative to leave the ar
n, rage n try to reach some place
IDENTIFY taking him to De Richelieu's
house. a place he dared not 60. He
had only one louis In his pocket; his
race was known to LOCO men; he could
not walk The streets with the cloak
held to his eyes; he had no definite
plan to guide him. Never was man in
a more p%erplexing situation, yet he did
not despair, and the thing that gave
him confidence was the sword at his
side.
IL the worst comes to the worst. 1
can only die" said he. when l leave
this carriage l must first seek Mon
n I him these papers to keep.
Then-then where shall 1 60? TO
whom shall I turn?"
He thought Of Sophie Linden. Should
he seek refuge at her house? Never!
She was already attainted by him. De
Richelieu had said that the Porcheron
contract had been stolen, but De Lus-
sac could scarcely believe that 1t was
her work. Were he traced to her house
and taken there, she would suffer as
we'll al he.
He put the subject from his mind and
addressed himself to the problem of
how he was to leave the carriage with,
out attracting the attention Of the dri-
yer.
They were still in the Rue Saint An
tome, driving swiftly westward.
They. had passed the Rue de BalAis
on the right n were drawing near
h church of Petit Saint Antoine when
several drays. laden with wood from
the wood yards OF the Rue de Ia Plan
Ghetto. blocked the way and caused the
carriage to slow. Instantly and
and like a d~ischargtng volcano the
coachman of De Richelieu began
storming at the carriers, and cutting at
them with his whip as though they
were dogs. The whole social condition
OF France lay in that little episode,
and the salvation, for the moment, Of
De Lusaac. who, opening the carriage
door and slipping out. closed the door
gently and made for the Rue de Four
CT. which they had just passed on tho
left.
The empty carriage drove on.