each　end　of　every　corridor；　the　greatnow　emptycourtyards；
  thronged　with　prisoners　in　the　daytime；　were　alive　with　soldiery
  even　now。　　Some　walked　up　and　down　with　fixed　bayonet　on　shoulder；
  others　sat　in　groups　on　the　stone　copings　or　squatted　on　the
  ground；　smoking　or　playing　cards；　but　all　of　them　were　alert　and
  watchful。
  Heron　was　recognised　everywhere　the　moment　he　appeared；　and　though
  in　these　days　of　equality　no　one　presented　arms；　nevertheless
  every　guard　stood　aside　to　let　him　pass；　or　when　necessary　opened
  a　gate　for　the　powerful　chief　agent　of　the　Committee　of　General
  Security。
  Indeed；　de　Batz　had　no　keys　such　as　these　to　open　the　way　for　him
  to　the　presence　of　the　martyred　little　King。
  Thus　the　two　men　wended　their　way　on　in　silence；　one　preceding　the
  other。　　De　Batz　walked　leisurely；　thought…fully；　taking　stock　of
  everything　he　sawthe　gates；　the　barriers；　the　positions　of
  sentinels　and　warders；　of　everything　in　fact　that　might　prove　a
  help　or　a　hindrance　presently；　when　the　great　enterprise　would　be
  hazarded。　　At　laststill　in　the　wake　of　Heronhe　found　himself
  once　more　behind　the　main　entrance　gate；　underneath　the　archway　on
  which　gave　the　guichet　of　the　concierge。
  Here；　too；　there　seemed　to　be　an　unnecessary　number　of　soldiers：
  two　were　doing　sentinel　outside　the　guichet；　but　there　were　others
  in　a　file　against　the　wall。
  Heron　rapped　with　his　keys　against　the　door　of　the　concierge's
  lodge；　then；　as　it　was　not　immediately　opened　from　within；　he
  pushed　it　open　with　his　foot。
  〃The　concierge？〃　he　queried　peremptorily。
  From　a　corner　of　the　small　panelled　room　there　came　a　grunt　and　a
  reply：
  〃Gone　to　bed；　quoi！〃
  The　man　who　previously　had　guided　de　Batz　to　Heron's　door　slowly
  struggled　to　his　feet。　　He　had　been　squatting　somewhere　in　the
  gloom；　and　had　been　roused　by　Heron's　rough　command。　　He　slouched
  forward　now　still　carrying　a　boot　in　one　hand　and　a　blacking　brush
  in　the　other。
  〃Take　this　lanthorn；　then；〃　said　the　chief　agent　with　a　snarl
  directed　at　the　sleeping　concierge；　〃and　come　along。　Why　are　you
  still　here？〃　he　added；　as　if　in　after…thought。
  〃The　citizen　concierge　was　not　satisfied　with　the　way　I　had　done
  his　boots；〃　muttered　the　man；　with　an　evil　leer　as　he　spat
  contemptuously　on　the　floor；　〃an　aristo；　quoi？　　A　hell　of　a　place
  this　。。。　twenty　cells　to　sweep　out　every　day　。。。　and　boots　to
  clean　for　every　aristo　of　a　concierge　or　warder　who　demands　it。。。。
  Is　that　work　for　a　free　born　patriot；　I　ask？〃
  〃Well；　if　you　are　not　satisfied；　citoyen　Dupont；〃　retorted　Heron
  dryly；　〃you　may　go　when　you　like；　you　know　there　are　plenty　of
  others　ready　to　do　your　work。。。〃
  〃Nineteen　hours　a　day；　and　nineteen　sous　by　way　of　payment。。。。　　I
  have　had　fourteen　days　of　this　convict　work。。。〃
  He　continued　to　mutter　under　his　breath；　whilst　Heron；　paying　no
  further　heed　to　him；　turned　abruptly　towards　a　group　of　soldiers
  stationed　outside。
  〃En　avant；　corporal！〃　he　said；　〃bring　four　men　with　you　。。。　we　go
  up　to　the　tower。〃
  The　small　procession　was　formed。　　On　ahead　the　lanthorn…bearer；
  with　arched　spine　and　shaking　knees；　dragging　shuffling　footsteps
  along　the　corridor；　then　the　corporal　with　two　of　his　soldiers；
  then　Heron　closely　followed　by　de　Batz；　and　finally　two　more
  soldiers　bringing　up　the　rear。
  Heron　had　given　the　bunch　of　keys　to　the　man　Dupont。　The　latter；
  on　ahead；　holding　the　lanthorn　aloft；　opened　one　gate　after
  another。　　At　each　gate　he　waited　for　the　little　procession　to　file
  through；　then　he　re…locked　the　gate　and　passed　on。
  Up　two　or　three　flights　of　winding　stairs　set　in　the　solid　stone；
  and　the　final　heavy　door　was　reached。
  De　Batz　was　meditating。　　Heron's　precautions　for　the　safe…guarding
  of　the　most　precious　life　in　Europe　were　more　complete　than　he　had
  anticipated。　　What　lavish　liberality　would　be　required！　what
  superhuman　ingenuity　and　boundless　courage　in　order　to　break　down
  all　the　barriers　that　had　been　set　up　round　that　young　life　that
  flickered　inside　this　grim　tower！
  Of　these　three　requisites　the　corpulent；　complacent　intriguer
  possessed　only　the　first　in　a　considerable　degree。　He　could　be
  exceedingly　liberal　with　the　foreign　money　which　he　had　at　his
  disposal。　　As　for　courage　and　ingenuity；　he　believed　that　he
  possessed　both；　but　these　qualities　had　not　served　him　in　very
  good　stead　in　the　attempts　which　he　had　made　at　different　times　to
  rescue　the　unfortunate　members　of　the　Royal　Family　from　prison。
  His　overwhelming　egotism　would　not　admit　for　a　moment　that　in
  ingenuity　and　pluck　the　Scarlet　Pimpernel　and　his　English
  followers　could　outdo　him；　but　he　did　wish　to　make　quite　sure　that
  they　would　not　interfere　with　him　in　the　highly　remunerative　work
  of　saving　the　Dauphin。
  Heron's　impatient　call　roused　him　from　these　meditations。　The
  little　party　had　come　to　a　halt　outside　a　massive　iron…studded
  door。
  At　a　sign　from　the　chief　agent　the　soldiers　stood　at　attention。
  He　then　called　de　Batz　and　the　lanthorn…bearer　to　him。
  He　took　a　key　from　his　breeches　pocket；　and　with　his　own　hand
  unlocked　the　massive　door。　　He　curtly　ordered　the　lanthorn…bearer
  and　de　Batz　to　go　through；　then　he　himself　went　in；　and　finally
  once　more　re…locked　the　door　behind　him；　the　soldiers　remaining　on
  guard　on　the　landing　outside。
  Now　the　three　men　were　standing　in　a　square　antechamber；　dank　and
  dark；　devoid　of　furniture　save　for　a　large　cupboard　that　filled
  the　whole　of　one　wall；　the　others；　mildewed　and　stained；　were
  covered　with　a　greyish　paper；　which　here　and　there　hung　away　in
  strips。
  Heron　crossed　this　ante…chamber；　and　with　his　knuckles　rapped
  against　a　small　door　opposite。
  〃Hola！〃　he　shouted；　〃Simon；　mon　vieux；　tu　es　la？〃
  From　the　inner　room　came　the　sound　of　voices；　a　man's　and　a
  woman's；　and　now；　as　if　in　response　to　Heron's　call；　the　shrill
  tones　of　a　child。　　There　was　some　shuffling；　too；　of　footsteps；
  and　some　pushing　about　of　furniture；　then　the　door　was　opened；　and
  a　gruff　voice　invited　the　belated　visitors　to　enter。
  The　atmosphere　in　this　further　room　was　so　thick　that　at　first　de
  Batz　was　only　conscious　of　the　evil　smells　that　pervaded　it；
  smells　which　were　made　up　of　the　fumes　of　tobacco；　of　burning
  coke；　of　a　smoky　lamp；　and　of　stale　food；　and　mingling　through　it
  all　the　pungent　odour　of　raw　spirits。
  Heron　had　stepped　briskly　in；　closely　followed　by　de　Batz。　The　man
  Dupont　with　a　mutter　of　satisfaction　put　down　his　lanthorn　and
  curled　himself　up　in　a　corner　of　the　antechamber。　　His　interest　in
  the　spectacle　so　favoured　by　citizen　Heron　had　apparently　been
  exhausted　by　constant　repetition。
  De　Batz　looked　round　him　with　keen　curiosity　with　which　disgust
  was　ready　enough　to　mingle。
  The　room　itself　might　have　been　a　large　one；　it　was　almost
  impossible　to　judge　of　its　size；　so　crammed　was　it　with　heavy　and
  light　furniture　of　every　conceivable　shape　and　type。　　There　was　a
  monumental　wooden　bedstead　in　one　corner；　a　huge　sofa　covered　in
  black　horsehair　in　another。　　A　large　table　stood　in　the　centre　of
  the　room；　and　there　were　at　least　four　capacious　armchairs　round
  it。　There　were　wardrobes　and　cabinets；　a　diminutive　washstand　and
  a　huge　pier…glass；　there　were　innumerable　boxes　and　packing…cases；
  cane…bottomed　chairs　and　what…nots　every…where。　　The　place　looked
  like　a　depot　for　second…hand　furniture。
  In　the　midst　of　all　the　litter　de　Batz　at　last　became　conscious　of
  two　people　who　stood　staring　at　him　and　at　Heron。　He　saw　a　man
  before　him；　somewhat　fleshy　of　build；　with　smooth；　mouse…coloured
  hair　brushed　away　from　a　central　parting；　and　ending　in　a　heavy
  curl　above　each　ear；　the　eyes　were　wide　open　and　pale　in　colour；
  the　lips　unusually　thick　and　with　a　marked　downward　droop。　　Close
  beside　him　stood　a　youngish…looking　woman；　whose　unwieldy　bulk；
  however；　and　pallid　skin　revealed　the　sedentary　life　and　the
  ravages　of　ill…health。
  Both　appeared　to　regard　Heron　with　a　certain　amount　of　awe；　and　de
  Batz　with　a　vast　measure　of　curiosity。
  Suddenly　the　woman　stood　aside；　and　in　the　far　corner　of　the　room
  there　was　displayed　to　the　Gascon　Royalist's　cold；　calculating
  gaze　the　pathetic　figure　of　the　uncrowned　King　of　France。
  〃How　is　it　Capet　is　not　yet　in　bed？〃　queried　Heron　as　soon　as　he
  caught　sight　of　the　child。
  〃He　wouldn't　say　his　prayers　this　evening；〃　replied　Simon　with　a
  coarse　laugh；　〃and　wouldn't　drink　his　medicine。　　Bah！〃　he　added
  with　a　snarl；　〃this　is　a　place　for　dogs　and　not　for　human　folk。〃
  〃If　you　are　not　satisfied；　mon　vieux；〃　retorted　Heron　curtly；　〃you
  can　send　in　your　resignation　when　you　like。　There　are　plenty　who
  will　be　glad　of　the　place。〃
  The　ex…cobbler　gave　another　surly　growl　and　expectorated　on　the
  floor　in　the　direction　where　stood　the　child。
  〃Little　vermin；〃　he　said；　〃he　is　more　trouble　than　man　or　woman
  can　bear。〃
  The　boy　in　the　meanwhile　seemed　to　take　but　little　notice　of　the
  vulgar　insults　put　upon　him　by　his　guardian。　　He　stood；　a　quaint；
  impassive　little　figure；　more　interested　apparently　in　de　Batz；
  who　was　a　stranger　to　him；　than　in　the　three　others　whom　he　knew。
  De　Batz　noted　that　the　child　looked　well　nourished；　and　that　he
  was　warmly　clad　in　a　rough　woollen　shirt　and　clo