arrest　there　had　beenwas　not　like　to　be　bruited　abroad　just　now。
  Blakeney　having　last　seen　Armand　in　Chauvelin's　company；　whilst　he
  himself　was　moving　the　Simons'　furniture；　could　not　for　a　moment
  doubt　that　the　young　man　was　imprisoned；unless；　indeed；　he　was
  being　allowed　a　certain　measure　of　freedom；　whilst　his　every　step
  was　being　spied　on；　so　that　he　might　act　as　a　decoy　for　his　chief。
  At　thought　of　that　all　weariness　seemed　to　vanish　from　Blakeney's
  powerful　frame。　　He　set　his　lips　firmly　together；　and　once　again
  the　light　of　irresponsible　gaiety　danced　in　his　eyes。
  He　had　been　in　as　tight　a　corner　as　this　before　now；　at　Boulogne
  his　beautiful　Marguerite　had　been　used　as　a　decoy；　and　twenty…four
  hours　later　he　had　held　her　in　his　arms　on　board　his　yacht　the
  Day…Dream。　　As　he　would　have　put　it　in　his　own　forcible
  language：
  〃Those　dd　murderers　have　not　got　me　yet。〃
  The　battle　mayhap　would　this　time　be　against　greater　odds　than
  before；　but　Blakeney　had　no　fear　that　they　would　prove
  overwhelming。
  There　was　in　life　but　one　odd　that　was　overwhelming；　and　that　was
  treachery。
  But　of　that　there　could　be　no　question。
  In　the　afternoon　Blakeney　started　off　in　search　of　lodgings　for
  the　night。　　He　found　what　would　suit　him　in　the　Rue　de　l'Arcade；
  which　was　equally　far　from　the　House　of　Justice　as　it　was　from　his
  former　lodgings。　　Here　he　would　be　safe　for　at　least　twenty…four
  hours；　after　which　he　might　have　to　shift　again。　　But　for　the
  moment　the　landlord　of　the　miserable　apartment　was　over…willing　to
  make　no　fuss　and　ask　no　questions；　for　the　sake　of　the　money　which
  this　aristo　in　disguise　dispensed　with　a　lavish　hand。
  Having　taken　possession　of　his　new　quarters　and　snatched　a　few
  hours　of　sound；　well…deserved　rest；　until　the　time　when　the　shades
  of　evening　and　the　darkness　of　the　streets　would　make　progress
  through　the　city　somewhat　more　safe；　Blakeney　sallied　forth　at
  about　six　o'clock　having　a　threefold　object　in　view。
  Primarily；　of　course；　the　threefold　object　was　concentrated　on
  Armand。　　There　was　the　possibility　of　finding　out　at　the　young
  man's　lodgings　in　Montmartre　what　had　become　of　him；　then　there
  were　the　usual　inquiries　that　could　be　made　from　the　registers　of
  the　various　prisons；　and；　thirdly；　there　was　the　chance　that
  Armand　had　succeeded　in　sending　some　kind　of　message　to　Blakeney's
  former　lodgings　in　the　Rue　St。　Germain　l'Auxerrois。
  On　the　whole；　Sir　Percy　decided　to　leave　the　prison　registers
  alone　for　the　present。　　If　Armand　had　been　actually　arrested；　he
  would　almost　certainly　be　confined　in　the　Chatelet　prison；　where
  he　would　be　closer　to　hand　for　all　the　interrogatories　to　which；
  no　doubt；　he　would　be　subjected。
  Blakeney　set　his　teeth　and　murmured　a　good；　sound；　British　oath
  when　he　thought　of　those　interrogatories。　Armand　St。　Just；　highly
  strung；　a　dreamer　and　a　bundle　of　nerveshow　he　would　suffer
  under　the　mental　rack　of　questions　and　cross…questions；
  cleverly…laid　traps　to　catch　information　from　him　unawares！
  His　next　objective；　then；　was　Armand's　former　lodging；　and　from
  six　o'clock　until　close　upon　eight　Sir　Percy　haunted　the　slopes　of
  Montmartre；　and　more　especially　the　neighbourhood　of　the　Rue　de　la
  Croix　Blanche；　where　Armand　had　lodged　these　former　days。　　At　the
  house　itself　he　could　not　inquire　as　yet；　obviously　it　would　not
  have　been　safe；　tomorrow；　perhaps；　when　he　knew　more；　but　not
  tonight。　　His　keen　eyes　had　already　spied　at　least　two　figures
  clothed　in　the　rags　of　out…of…work　labourers　like　himself；　who　had
  hung　with　suspicious　persistence　in　this　same　neighbourhood；　and
  who　during　the　two　hours　that　he　had　been　in　observation　had　never
  strayed　out　of　sight　of　the　house　in　the　Rue　de　la　Croix　Blanche。
  That　these　were　two　spies　on　the　watch　was；　of　course；　obvious；
  but　whether　they　were　on　the　watch　for　St。　Just　or　for　some　other
  unfortunate　wretch　it　was　at　this　stage　impossible　to　conjecture。
  Then；　as　from　the　Tour　des　Dames　close　by　the　clock　solemnly
  struck　the　hour　of　eight；　and　Blakeney　prepared　to　wend　his　way
  back　to　another　part　of　the　city；　he　suddenly　saw　Armand　walking
  slowly　up　the　street。
  The　young　man　did　not　look　either　to　right　or　left；　he　held　his
  head　forward　on　his　chest；　and　his　hands　were　hidden　underneath
  his　cloak。　　When　he　passed　immediately　under　one　of　the　street
  lamps　Blakeney　caught　sight　of　his　face；　it　was　pale　and　drawn。
  Then　he　turned　his　head；　and　for　the　space　of　two　seconds　his　eyes
  across　the　narrow　street　encountered　those　of　his　chief。　　He　had
  the　presence　of　mind　not　to　make　a　sign　or　to　utter　a　sound；　he
  was　obviously　being　followed；　but　in　that　brief　moment　Sir　Percy
  had　seen　in　the　young　man's　eyes　a　look　that　reminded　him　of　a
  hunted　creature。
  〃What　have　those　brutes　been　up　to　with　him；　I　wonder？〃　he
  muttered　between　clenched　teeth。
  Armand　soon　disappeared　under　the　doorway　of　the　same　house　where
  he　had　been　lodging　all　along。　　Even　as　he　did　so　Blakeney　saw　the
  two　spies　gather　together　like　a　pair　of　slimy　lizards；　and
  whisper　excitedly　one　to　another。　　A　third　man；　who　obviously　had
  been　dogging　Armand's　footsteps；　came　up　and　joined　them　after　a
  while。
  Blakeney　could　have　sworn　loudly　and　lustily；　had　it　been　possible
  to　do　so　without　attracting　attention。　　The　whole　of　Armand's
  history　in　the　past　twenty…four　hours　was　perfectly　clear　to　him。
  The　young　man　had　been　made　free　that　he　might　prove　a　decoy　for
  more　important　game。
  His　every　step　was　being　watched；　and　he　still　thought　Jeanne
  Lange　in　immediate　danger　of　death。　　The　look　of　despair　in　his
  face　proclaimed　these　two　facts；　and　Blakeney's　heart　ached　for
  the　mental　torture　which　his　friend　was　enduring。　　He　longed　to
  let　Armand　know　that　the　woman　he　loved　was　in　comparative　safety。
  Jeanne　Lange　first；　and　then　Armand　himself；　and　the　odds　would　be
  very　heavy　against　the　Scarlet　Pimpernel！　But　that　Marguerite
  should　not　have　to　mourn　an　only　brother；　of　that　Sir　Percy　made
  oath。
  He　now　turned　his　steps　towards　his　own　former　lodgings　by　St。
  Germain　l'Auxerrois。　　It　was　just　possible　that　Armand　had
  succeeded　in　leaving　a　message　there　for　him。　It　was；　of　course；
  equally　possible　that　when　he　did　so　Heron's　men　had　watched　his
  movements；　and　that　spies　would　be　stationed　there；　too；　on　the
  watch。
  But　that　risk　must；　of　course；　be　run。　　Blakeney's　former　lodging
  was　the　one　place　that　Armand　would　know　of　to　which　he　could　send
  a　message　to　his　chief；　if　he　wanted　to　do　so。　　Of　course；　the
  unfortunate　young　man　could　not　have　known　until　just　now　that
  Percy　would　come　back　to　Paris；　but　he　might　guess　it；　or　wish　it；
  or　only　vaguely　hope　for　it；　he　might　want　to　send　a　message；　he
  might　long　to　communicate　with　his　brother…in…law；　and；　perhaps；
  feel　sure　that　the　latter　would　not　leave　him　in　the　lurch。
  With　that　thought　in　his　mind；　Sir　Percy　was　not　likely　to　give　up
  the　attempt　to　ascertain　for　himself　whether　Armand　had　tried　to
  communicate　with　him　or　not。　　As　for　spieswell；　he　had　dodged
  some　of　them　often　enough　in　his　timethe　risks　that　he　ran
  to…night　were　no　worse　than　the　ones　to　which　he　had　so
  successfully　run　counter　in　the　Temple　yesterday。
  Still　keeping　up　the　slouchy　gait　peculiar　to　the　out…at…elbows
  working　man　of　the　day；　hugging　the　houses　as　he　walked　along　the
  streets；　Blakeney　made　slow　progress　across　the　city。　　But　at　last
  he　reached　the　facade　of　St。　Germain　l'Auxerrois；　and　turning
  sharply　to　his　right　he　soon　came　in　sight　of　the　house　which　he
  had　only　quitted　twenty…four　hours　ago。
  We　all　know　that　houseall　of　us　who　are　familiar　with　the　Paris
  of　those　terrible　days。　　It　stands　　quite　detacheda　vast
  quadrangle；　facing　the　Quai　de　l'Ecole　and　the　river；　backing　on
  the　Rue　St。　Germain　l'Auxerrois；　and　shouldering　the　Carrefour　des
  Trois　Manes。　　The　porte…cochere；　so…called；　is　but　a　narrow
  doorway；　and　is　actually　situated　in　the　Rue　St。　Germain　l'Auxerrois。
  Blakeney　made　his　way　cautiously　right　round　the　house；　he　peered
  up　and　down　the　quay；　and　his　keen　eyes　tried　to　pierce　the　dense
  gloom　that　hung　at　the　corners　of　the　Pont　Neuf　immediately
  Opposite。　Soon　he　assured　himself　that　for　the　present；　at　any
  rate；　the　house　was　not　being　watched。
  Armand　presumably　had　not　yet　left　a　message　for　him　here；　but　he
  might　do　so　at　any　time　now　that　he　knew　that　his　chief　was　in
  Paris　and　on　the　look…out　for　him。
  Blakeney　made　up　his　mind　to　keep　this　house　in　sight。　This　art　of
  watching　he　had　acquired　to　a　masterly　extent；　and　could　have
  taught　Heron's　watch…dogs　a　remarkable　lesson　in　it。　　At　night；　of
  course；　it　was　a　comparatively　easy　task。　　There　were　a　good　many
  unlighted　doorways　along　the　quay；　whilst　a　street　lamp　was　fixed
  on　a　bracket　in　the　wall　of　the　very　house　which　he　kept　in
  observation。
  Finding　temporary　shelter　under　various　doorways；　or　against　the
  dank　walls　of　the　houses；　Blakeney　set　himself　resolutely　to　a　few
  hours'　weary　waiting。　　A　thin；　drizzly　rain　fell　with　unpleasant
  persistence；　like　a　damp　mist；　and　the　thin　blouse　which　he　wore
  soon　became　wet　through　and　clung　hard　and　chilly　to　his
  shoulders。
  It　was　close　on　midnight　when　at　last