long　clang　of　the　brazen　bell　echoed　and　re…echoed　round　the　solid
  stone　walls。　　Anon　a　tiny　judas　in　the　gate　was　cautiously　pushed
  open；　and　a　peremptory　voice　once　again　challenged　the　midnight
  intruder。
  De　Batz；　more　peremptorily　this　time；　asked　for　citizen　Heron；
  with　whom　he　had　immediate　and　important　business；　and　a　glimmer
  of　a　piece　of　silver　which　he　held　up　close　to　the　judas　secured
  him　the　necessary　admittance。
  The　massive　gates　slowly　swung　open　on　their　creaking　hinges；　and
  as　de　Batz　passed　beneath　the　archway　they　closed　again　behind　him。
  The　concierge's　lodge　was　immediately　on　his　left。　Again　he　was
  challenged；　and　again　gave　the　pass…word。　But　his　face　was
  apparently　known　here；　for　no　serious　hindrance　to　proceed　was　put
  in　his　way。
  A　man；　whose　wide；　lean　frame　was　but　ill…covered　by　a　threadbare
  coat　and　ragged　breeches；　and　with　soleless　shoes　on　his　feet；　was
  told　off　to　direct　the　citoyen　to　citizen　Heron's　rooms。　　The　man
  walked　slowly　along　with　bent　knees　and　arched　spine；　and　shuffled
  his　feet　as　he　walked；　the　bunch　of　keys　which　he　carried　rattled
  ominously　in　his　long；　grimy　hands；　the　passages　were　badly
  lighted；　and　he　also　carried　a　lanthorn　to　guide　himself　on　the
  way。
  Closely　followed　by　de　Batz；　he　soon　turned　into　the　central
  corridor；　which　is　open　to　the　sky　above；　and　was　spectrally
  alight　now　with　flag…stones　and　walls　gleaming　beneath　the　silvery
  sheen　of　the　moon；　and　throwing　back　the　fantastic　elongated
  shadows　of　the　two　men　as　they　walked。
  On　the　left；　heavily　barred　windows　gave　on　the　corridor；　as　did
  here　and　there　the　massive　oaken　doors；　with　their　gigantic　hinges
  and　bolts；　on　the　steps　of　which　squatted　groups　of　soldiers
  wrapped　in　their　cloaks；　with　wild；　suspicious　eyes　beneath　their
  capotes；　peering　at　the　midnight　visitor　as　he　passed。
  There　was　no　thought　of　silence　here。　　The　very　walls　seemed　alive
  with　sounds；　groans　and　tears；　loud　wails　and　murmured　prayers；
  they　exuded　from　the　stones　and　trembled　on　the　frost…laden　air。
  Occasionally　at　one　of　the　windows　a　pair　of　white　hands　would
  appear；　grasping　the　heavy　iron　bar；　trying　to　shake　it　in　its
  socket；　and　mayhap；　above　the　hands；　the　dim　vision　of　a　haggard
  face；　a　man's　or　a　woman's；　trying　to　get　a　glimpse　of　the　outside
  world；　a　final　look　at　the　sky；　before　the　last　journey　to　the
  place　of　death　to…morrow。　　Then　one　of　the　soldiers；　with　a　loud；
  angry　oath；　would　struggle　to　his　feet；　and　with　the　butt…end　of
  his　gun　strike　at　the　thin；　wan　fingers　till　their　hold　on　the
  iron　bar　relaxed；　and　the　pallid　face　beyond　would　sink　back　into
  the　darkness　with　a　desperate　cry　of　pain。
  A　quick；　impatient　sigh　escaped　de　Batz'　lips。　　He　had　skirted　the
  wide　courtyard　in　the　wake　of　his　guide；　and　from　where　he　was　he
  could　see　the　great　central　tower；　with　its　tiny　windows　lighted
  from　within；　the　grim　walls　behind　which　the　descendant　of　the
  world's　conquerors；　the　bearer　of　the　proudest　name　in　Europe；　and
  wearer　of　its　most　ancient　crown；　had　spent　the　last　days　of　his
  brilliant　life　in　abject　shame；　sorrow；　and　degradation。　　The
  memory　had　swiftly　surged　up　before　him　of　that　night　when　he　all
  but　rescued　King　Louis　and　his　family　from　this　same　miserable
  prison：　the　guard　had　been　bribed；　the　keeper　corrupted；
  everything　had　been　prepared；　save　the　reckoning　with　the　one
  irresponsible　factorchance！
  He　had　failed　then　and　had　tried　again；　and　again　had　failed；　a
  fortune　had　been　his　reward　if　he　had　succeeded。　He　had　failed；
  but　even　now；　when　his　footsteps　echoed　along　the　flagged
  courtyard；　over　which　an　unfortunate　King　and　Queen　had　walked　on
  their　way　to　their　last　ignominious　Calvary；　he　hugged　himself
  with　the　satisfying　thought　that　where　he　had　failed　at　least　no
  one　else　had　succeeded。
  Whether　that　meddlesome　English　adventurer；　who　called　himself　the
  Scarlet　Pimpernel；　had　planned　the　rescue　of　King　Louis　or　of
  Queen　Marie　Antoinette　at　any　time　or　notthat　he　did　not　'know；
  but　on　one　point　at　least　he　was　more　than　ever　determined；　and
  that　was　that　no　power　on　earth　should　snatch　from　him　the　golden
  prize　offered　by　Austria　for　the　rescue　of　the　little　Dauphin。
  〃I　would　sooner　see　the　child　perish；　if　I　cannot　save　him　myself；〃
  was　the　burning　thought　in　this　man's　tortuous　brain。　　〃And　let
  that　accursed　Englishman　look　to　himself　and　to　his　dd　confederates；〃
  be　added；　muttering　a　fierce　oath　beneath　his　breath。
  A　winding；　narrow　stone　stair；　another　length　or　two　of　corridor；
  and　his　guide's　shuffling　footsteps　paused　beside　a　low
  iron…studded　door　let　into　the　solid　stone。　　De　Batz　dismissed　his
  ill…clothed　guide　and　pulled　the　iron　bell…handle　which　hung
  beside　the　door。
  The　bell　gave　forth　a　dull　and　broken　clang；　which　seemed　like　an
  echo　of　the　wails　of　sorrow　that　peopled　the　huge　building　with
  their　weird　and　monotonous　sounds。
  De　Batza　thoroughly　unimaginative　personwaited　patiently
  beside　the　door　until　it　was　opened　from　within；　and　he　was
  confronted　by　a　tall　stooping　figure；　wearing　a　greasy　coat　of
  snuff…brown　cloth；　and　holding　high　above　his　head　a　lanthorn　that
  threw　its　feeble　light　on　de　Batz'　jovial　face　and　form。
  〃It　is　even　I；　citizen　Heron；〃　he　said；　breaking　in　swiftly　on　the
  other's　ejaculation　of　astonishment；　which　threatened　to　send　his
  name　echoing　the　whole　length　of　corridors　and　passages；　until
  round　every　corner　of　the　labyrinthine　house　of　sorrow　the　murmur
  would　be　borne　on　the　wings　of　the　cold　night　breeze：　　〃Citizen
  Heron　is　in　parley　with　ci…devant　Baron　de　Batz！〃
  A　fact　which　would　have　been　equally　unpleasant　for　both　these
  worthies。
  〃Enter！〃　said　Heron　curtly。
  He　banged　the　heavy　door　to　behind　his　visitor；　and　de　Batz；　who
  seemed　to　know　his　way　about　the　place；　walked　straight　across　the
  narrow　landing　to　where　a　smaller　door　stood　invitingly　open。
  He　stepped　boldly　in；　the　while　citizen　Heron　put　the　lanthorn
  down　on　the　floor　of　the　couloir；　and　then　followed　his　nocturnal
  visitor　into　the　room。
  CHAPTER　VI
  THE　COMMITTEE'S　AGENT
  It　was　a　narrow；　ill…ventilated　place；　with　but　one　barred　window
  that　gave　on　the　courtyard。　　An　evil…smelling　lamp　hung　by　a　chain
  from　the　grimy　ceiling；　and　in　a　corner　of　the　room　a　tiny　iron
  stove　shed　more　unpleasant　vapour　than　warm　glow　around。
  There　was　but　little　furniture：　two　or　three　chairs；　a　table　which
  was　littered　with　papers；　and　a　corner…cupboardthe　open　doors　of
  which　revealed　a　miscellaneous　collectionbundles　of　papers；　a
  tin　saucepan；　a　piece　of　cold　sausage；　and　a　couple　of　pistols。
  The　fumes　of　stale　tobacco…smoke　hovered　in　the　air；　and　mingled
  most　unpleasantly　with　those　of　the　lamp　above；　and　of　the　mildew
  that　penetrated　through　the　walls　just　below　the　roof。
  Heron　pointed　to　one　of　the　chairs；　and　then　sat　down　on　the
  other；　close　to　the　table；　on　which　he　rested　his　elbow。　He　picked
  up　a　short…stemmed　pipe；　which　he　had　evidently　laid　aside　at　the
  sound　of　the　bell；　and　having　taken　several　deliberate　long…drawn
  puffs　from　it；　he　said　abruptly：
  〃Well；　what　is　it　now？〃
  In　the　meanwhile　de　Batz　had　made　himself　as　much　at　home　in　this
  uncomfortable　room　as　he　possibly　could。　　He　had　deposited　his　hat
  and　cloak　on　one　rickety　rush…bottomed　chair；　and　drawn　another
  close　to　the　fire。　　He　sat　down　with　one　leg　crossed　over　the
  other；　his　podgy　be…ringed　hand　wandering　with　loving　gentleness
  down　the　length　of　his　shapely　calf。
  He　was　nothing　if　not　complacent；　and　his　complacency　seemed
  highly　to　irritate　his　friend　Heron。
  〃Well；　what　is　it？〃　reiterated　the　latter；　drawing　his　visitor's
  attention　roughly　to　himself　by　banging　his　fist　on　the　table。
  〃Out　with　it！　　What　do　you　want？　　Why　have　you　come　at　this　hour
  of　the　night　to　compromise　me；　I　supposebring　your　own　dd　neck
  and　mine　into　the　same　noosewhat？〃
  〃Easy；　easy；　my　friend；〃　responded　de　Batz　imperturbably；　〃waste
  not　so　much　time　in　idle　talk。　　Why　do　I　usually　come　to　see　you？
  Surely　you　have　had　no　cause　to　complain　hitherto　of　the
  unprofitableness　of　my　visits　to　you？〃
  〃They　will　have　to　be　still　more　profitable　to　me　in　the　future；〃
  growled　the　other　across　the　table。　　〃I　have　more　power　now。〃
  〃I　know　you　have；〃　said　de　Batz　suavely。　　〃The　new　decree？　　What？
  You　may　denounce　whom　you　please；　search　whom　you　please；　arrest
  whom　you　please；　and　send　whom　you　please　to　the　Supreme　Tribunal
  without　giving　them　the　slightest　chance　of　escape。〃
  〃Is　it　in　order　to　tell　me　all　this　that　you　have　come　to　see　me
  at　this　hour　of　the　night？〃　queried　Heron　with　a　sneer。
  〃No；　I　came　at　this　hour　of　the　night　because　I　surmised　that　in
  the　future　you　and　your　hell…hounds　would　be　so　busy　all　day
  'beating　up　game　for　the　guillotine'　that　the　only　time　you　would
  have　at　the　disposal　of　your　friends　would　be　the　late　hours　of
  the　night。　　I　saw　you　at　the　theatre　a　couple　of　hours　ago；　friend
  Heron；　I　didn't　think　to　find　you　yet　abed。〃
  〃Well；　what　do　you　want？〃
  〃Rather；〃　retorted　de　Batz　blandly；　〃shall　we　say；　what　do　YOU
  want；　citizen　Heron？〃
  〃For　what？
  〃For　my　continued　immunity　at　the　hands　of　yourself　and　your　pack？〃
  Heron　pushe