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Lemoine⁠—like a parcel of rubbish and left here to be dragged away again and thrown again like a dog into some unhallowed ground⁠—that thought was so horrible, so monstrous, that at first it dominated even sorrow. Then came the heartrending sense of loneliness. Yvonne Dewhurst had endured so much these past few days that awhile ago she would have affirmed that nothing could appal her in the future. But this was indeed the awful and overwhelming climax to what had already been a surfeit of misery.

This! she, Yvonne, cowering beside her dead father, with no one to stand between her and any insult, any outrage which might be put upon her, with nothing now but a few laths between her and that yelling, screeching mob outside.

Oh! the loneliness! the utter, utter loneliness!

She kissed the inert hand, the pale forehead: with gentle, reverent fingers she tried to smooth out those lines of horror and of fear which gave such a pitiful expression to the face. Of all the wrongs which her father had done her she never thought for a moment. It was he who had brought her to this terrible pass: he who had betrayed her into the hands of her deadliest enemy: he who had torn her from the protecting arms of her dear milor and flung her and himself at the mercy of a set of inhuman wretches who knew neither compunction nor pity.

But all this she forgot, as she knelt beside the lifeless form⁠—the last thing on earth that belonged to her⁠—the last protection to which she might have clung.

II

Out of the confusion of sounds which came⁠—deadened by the intervening partition⁠—to her ear, it was impossible to distinguish anything very clearly. All that Yvonne could do, as soon as she had in a measure collected her scattered senses, was to try and piece together the events of the last few minutes⁠—minutes which indeed seemed like days and even years to her.

Instinctively she gave to the inert hand which she held an additional tender touch. At any rate her father was out of it all. He was at rest and at peace. As for the rest, it was in God’s hands. Having only herself to think of now, she ceased to care what became of her. He was out of it all: and those wretches after all could not do more than kill her. A complete numbness of senses and of mind had succeeded the feverish excitement of the past few hours: whether hope still survived at this moment in Yvonne Dewhurst’s mind it were impossible to say. Certain it is that it lay dormant⁠—buried beneath the overwhelming misery of her loneliness.

She took the fichu from her shoulders and laid it reverently over the dead man’s face: she folded the hands across the breast. She could not cry: she could only pray, and that quite mechanically.

The thought of her dear milor, of his clever friend, of the message which she had received in prison, of the guide who had led her to this awful place, was relegated⁠—almost as a memory⁠—in the furthermost cell of her brain.

III

But after awhile outraged nature, still full of vitality and of youth, reasserted itself. She felt numb and cold and struggled to her feet. From somewhere close to her a continuous current of air indicated the presence of some sort of window. Yvonne, faint with the close and sickly smell, which even that current failed to disperse, felt her way all round the walls of the narrow landing.

The window was in the wall between the partition and the staircase, it was small and quite low down. It was crossed with heavy iron bars. Yvonne leaned up against it, grateful for the breath of pure air.

For awhile yet she remained unconscious of everything save the confused din which still went on inside the tavern, and at first the sounds which came through the grated window mingled with those on the other side of the partition. But gradually as she contrived to fill her lungs with the cold breath of heaven, it seemed as if a curtain was being slowly drawn away from her atrophied senses.

Just below the window two men were speaking. She could hear them quite distinctly now⁠—and soon one of the voices⁠—clearer than the other⁠—struck her ear with unmistakable familiarity.

“I told Paul Friche to come out here and speak to me,” Yvonne heard that same voice say.

“Then he should be here,” replied the other, “and if I am not mistaken.⁠ ⁠…”

There was a pause, and then the first voice was raised again.

“Halt! Is that Paul Friche?”

“At your service, citizen,” came in reply.

“Well! Is everything working smoothly inside?”

“Quite smoothly; but your Englishmen are not there.”

“How do you know?”

“Bah! I know most of the faces that are to be found inside the Rat Mort at this hour: there are no strangers among them.”

The voice that had sounded so familiar to Yvonne was raised now in loud and coarse laughter.

“Name of a dog! I never for a moment thought that there were any Englishmen about. Citizen Chauvelin was suffering from nightmare.”

“It is early yet,” came in response from a gentle bland voice, “you must have patience, citizen.”

“Patience? Bah!” ejaculated the other roughly. “As I told you before ’tis but little I care about your English spies. ’Tis the Kernogans I am interested in. What have you done with them, citizen?”

“I got that blundering fool Lemoine to lock them up on the landing at the bottom of the stairs.”

“Is that safe?”

“Absolutely. It has no egress save into the taproom and up the stairs, to the rooms above. Your English spies if they came now would have to fly in and out of those top windows ere they could get to the aristos.”

“Then in Satan’s name keep them there awhile,” urged the more gentle, insinuating voice, “until we can make sure of the English spies.”

“Tshaw! What foolery!” interjected the other, who appeared to be in a towering passion. “Bring them

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