It　almost　looked　as　if　he　would　have　to　bring　that　accursed
  Englishman　to　the　guillotine　without　having　wrested　from　him　the
  secret　which　he　would　have　given　a　fortune　to　possess。　　Chauvelin；
  who　had　also　been　present　at　the　theatre；　had　heard　the
  expressions　of　discontent；　hence　his　visit　to　his　colleague　at
  this　late　hour　of　the　night。
  〃Shall　I　try？〃　he　had　queried　with　some　impatience；　and　a　deep
  sigh　of　satisfaction　escaped　his　thin　lips　when　the　chief　agent；
  wearied　and　discouraged；　had　reluctantly　agreed。
  〃Let　the　men　make　as　much　noise　as　they　like；〃　he　added　with　an
  enigmatical　smile。　〃The　Englishman　and　I　will　want　an
  accompaniment　to　our　pleasant　conversation。〃
  Heron　growled　a　surly　assent；　and　without　another　word　Chauvelin
  turned　towards　the　inner　cell。　　As　he　stepped　in　he　allowed　the
  iron　bar　to　fall　into　its　socket　behind　him。　Then　he　went　farther
  into　the　room　until　the　distant　recess　was　fully　revealed　to　him。
  His　tread　had　been　furtive　and　almost　noiseless。　　Now　he　paused；
  for　he　had　caught　sight　the　prisoner。　　For　a　moment　he　stood　quite
  still；　with　hands　clasped　behind　his　back　in　his　wonted
  attitudestill　save　for　a　strange；　involuntary　twitching　of　his
  mouth；　and　the　nervous　clasping　and　interlocking　of　his　fingers
  behind　his　back。　　He　was　savouring　to　its　utmost　fulsomeness　the
  supremest　joy　which　animal　man　can　ever　knowthe　joy　of　looking
  on　a　fallen　enemy。
  Blakeney　sat　at　the　table　with　one　arm　resting　on　it；　the
  emaciated　hand　tightly　clutched；　the　body　leaning　forward；　the
  eyes　looking　into　nothingness。
  For　the　moment　he　was　unconscious　of　Chauvelin's　presence；　and　the
  latter　could　gaze　on　him　to　the　full　content　of　his　heart。
  Indeed；　to　all　outward　appearances　there　sat　a　man　whom　privations
  of　every　sort　and　kind；　the　want　of　fresh　air；　of　proper　food；
  above　all；　of　rest；　had　worn　down　physically　to　a　shadow。　There
  was　not　a　particle　of　colour　in　cheeks　or　lips；　the　skin　was　grey
  in　hue；　the　eyes　looked　like　deep　caverns；　wherein　the　glow　of
  fever　was　all　that　was　left　of　life。
  Chauvelin　looked　on　in　silence；　vaguely　stirred　by　something　that
  he　could　not　define；　something　that　right　through　his　triumphant
  satisfaction；　his　hatred　and　final　certainty　of　revenge；　had
  roused　in　him　a　sense　almost　of　admiration。
  He　gazed　on　the　noiseless　figure　of　the　man　who　had　endured　so
  much　for　an　ideal；　and　as　he　gazed　it　seemed　to　him　as　if　the
  spirit　no　longer　dwelt　in　the　body；　but　hovered　round　in　the　dank；
  stuffy　air　of　the　narrow　cell　above　the　head　of　the　lonely
  prisoner；　crowning　it　with　glory　that　was　no　longer　of　this　earth。
  Of　this　the　looker…on　was　conscious　despite　himself；　of　that　and
  of　the　fact　that　stare　as　he　might；　and　with　perception　rendered
  doubly　keen　by　hate；　he　could　not；　in　spite　of　all；　find　the　least
  trace　of　mental　weakness　in　that　far…seeing　gaze　which　seemed　to
  pierce　the　prison　walls；　nor　could　he　see　that　bodily　weakness　had
  tended　to　subdue　the　ruling　passions。
  Sir　Percy　Blakeneya　prisoner　since　seventeen　days　in　close；
  solitary　confinement；　half…starved；　deprived　of　rest；　and　of　that
  mental　and　physical　activity　which　had　been　the　very　essence　of
  life　to　him　hithertomight　be　outwardly　but　a　shadow　of　his
  former　brilliant　self；　but　nevertheless　he　was　still　that　same
  elegant　English　gentleman；　that　prince　of　dandies　whom　Chauvelin
  had　first　met　eighteen　months　ago　at　the　most　courtly　Court　in
  Europe。　　His　clothes；　despite　constant　wear　and　the　want　of
  attention　from　a　scrupulous　valet；　still　betrayed　the　perfection
  of　London　tailoring；　he　had　put　them　on　with　meticulous　care；　they
  were　free　from　the　slightest　particle　of　dust；　and　the　filmy　folds
  of　priceless　Mechlin　still　half…veiled　the　delicate　whiteness　of
  his　shapely　hands。
  And　in　the　pale；　haggard　face；　in　the　whole　pose　of　body　and　of
  arm；　there　was　still　the　expression　of　that　indomitable　strength
  of　will；　that　reckless　daring；　that　almost　insolent　challenge　to
  Fate；　it　was　there　untamed；　uncrushed。　Chauvelin　himself　could　not
  deny　to　himself　its　presence　or　its　force。　　He　felt　that　behind
  that　smooth　brow；　which　looked　waxlike　now；　the　mind　was　still
  alert；　scheming；　plotting；　striving　for　freedom；　for　conquest　and
  for　power；　and　rendered　even　doubly　keen　and　virile　by　the　ardour
  of　supreme　self…sacrifice。
  Chauvelin　now　made　a　slight　movement　and　suddenly　Blakeney　became
  conscious　of　his　presence；　and　swift　as　a　flash　a　smile　lit　up　his
  wan　face。
  〃Why！　if　it　is　not　my　engaging　friend　Monsieur　Chambertin；〃　he
  said　gaily。
  He　rose　and　stepped　forward　in　the　most　approved　fashion
  prescribed　by　the　elaborate　etiquette　of　the　time。　　But　Chauvelin
  smiled　grimly　and　a　look　of　almost　animal　lust　gleamed　in　his　pale
  eyes；　for　he　had　noted　that　as　he　rose　Sir　Percy　had　to　seek　the
  support　of　the　table；　even　whilst　a　dull　film　appeared　to　gather
  over　his　eyes。
  The　gesture　had　been　quick　and　cleverly　disguised；　but　it　had　been
  there　neverthelessthat　and　the　livid　hue　that　overspread　the
  face　as　if　consciousness　was　threatening　to　go。　　All　of　which　was
  sufficient　still　further　to　assure　the　looker…on　that　that　mighty
  physical　strength　was　giving　way　at　last；　that　strength　which　he
  had　hated　in　his　enemy　almost　as　much　as　he　had　hated　the　thinly
  veiled　insolence　of　his　manner。
  〃And　what　procures　me；　sir；　the　honour　of　your　visit？〃　continued
  Blakeney；　who　hadat　any　rate；　outwardly　soon　recovered　himself；
  and　whose　voice；　though　distinctly　hoarse　and　spent；　rang　quite
  cheerfully　across　the　dank　narrow　cell。
  〃My　desire　for　your　welfare；　Sir　Percy；〃　replied　Chauvelin　with
  equal　pleasantry。
  〃La；　sir；　but　have　you　not　gratified　that　desire　already；　to　an
  extent　which　leaves　no　room　for　further　solicitude？　　But　I　pray
  you；　will　you　not　sit　down？〃　he　continued；　turning　back　toward　the
  table。　　〃I　was　about　to　partake　of　the　lavish　supper　which　your
  friends　have　provided　for　me。　　Will　you　not　share　it；　sir？　You　are
  most　royally　welcome；　and　it　will　mayhap　remind　you　of　that　supper
  we　shared　together　in　Calais；　eh？　when　you；　Monsieur　Chambertin；
  were　temporarily　in　holy　orders。〃
  He　laughed；　offering　his　enemy　a　chair；　and　pointed　with　inviting
  gesture　to　the　hunk　of　brown　bread　and　the　mug　of　water　which
  stood　on　the　table。
  〃Such　as　it　is；　sir；〃　he　said　with　a　pleasant　smile；　〃it　is　yours
  to　command。〃
  Chauvelin　sat　down。　　He　held　his　lower　lip　tightly　between　his
  teeth；　so　tightly　that　a　few　drops　of　blood　appeared　upon　its
  narrow　surface。　　He　was　making　vigorous　efforts　to　keep　his　temper
  under　control；　for　he　would　not　give　his　enemy　the　satisfaction　of
  seeing　him　resent　his　insolence。　　He　could　afford　to　keep　calm　now
  that　victory　was　at　last　in　sight；　now　that　he　knew　that　he　had
  but　to　raise　a　finger；　and　those　smiling；　impudent　lips　would　be
  closed　forever　at　last。
  〃Sir　Percy；〃　he　resumed　quietly；　〃no　doubt　it　affords　you　a
  certain　amount　of　pleasure　to　aim　your　sarcastic　shafts　at　me。　　I
  will　not　begrudge　you　that　pleasure；　in　your　present　position；
  sir；　your　shafts　have　little　or　no　sting。〃
  〃And　I　shall　have　but　few　chances　left　to　aim　them　at　your
  charming　self；〃　interposed　Blakeney；　who　had　drawn　another　chair
  close　to　the　table　and　was　now　sitting　opposite　his　enemy；　with
  the　light　of　the　lamp　falling　full　on　his　own　face；　as　if　he
  wished　his　enemy　to　know　that　he　had　nothing　to　hide；　no　thought；
  no　hope；　no　fear。
  〃Exactly；〃　said　Chauvelin　dryly。　　〃That　being　the　case；　Sir　Percy；
  what　say　you　to　no　longer　wasting　the　few　chances　which　are　left
  to　you　for　safety？　　The　time　is　getting　on。　　You　are　not；　I
  imagine；　quite　as　hopeful　as　you　were　even　a　week　ago；　。。。　you
  have　never　been　over…comfortable　in　this　cell；　why　not　end　this
  unpleasant　state　of　affairs　nowonce　and　for　all？　You'll　not　have
  cause　to　regret　it。　　My　word　on　it。〃
  Sir　Percy　leaned　back　in　his　chair。　　He　yawned　loudly　and
  ostentatiously。
  〃I　pray　you；　sir；　forgive　me；〃　he　said。　　〃Never　have　I　been　so
  dd　fatigued。　　I　have　not　slept　for　more　than　a　fortnight。〃
  〃Exactly；　Sir　Percy。　　A　night's　rest　would　do　you　a　world　of
  good。〃
  〃A　night；　sir？〃　exclaimed　Blakeney　with　what　seemed　like　an　echo
  of　his　former　inimitable　laugh。　　〃La！　　I　should　want　a　week。〃
  〃I　am　afraid　we　could　not　arrange　for　that；　but　one　night　would
  greatly　refresh　you。〃
  〃You　are　right；　sir；　you　are　right；　but　those　dd　fellows　in　the
  next　room　make　so　much　noise。〃
  〃I　would　give　strict　orders　that　perfect　quietude　reigned　in　the
  guard…room　this　night；〃　said　Chauvelin；　murmuring　softly；　and
  there　was　a　gentle　purr　in　his　voice；　〃and　that　you　were　left
  undisturbed　for　several　hours。　　I　would　give　orders　that　a
  comforting　supper　be　served　to　you　at　once；　and　that　everything　be
  done　to　minister　to　your　wants。〃
  〃That　sounds　dd　alluring；　sir。　　Why　did　you　not　suggest　this
  before？〃
  〃You　were　sowhat　shall　I　sayso　obstinate；　Sir　Percy？〃
  〃Call　it　pig…headed；　my　dear　Monsieur　Chambertin；〃　retorted
  Blakeney　gaily；　〃truly　you　would　oblige　me。〃
  〃In　any　case　you；　sir；　were　acting　in　direct　opposition　to　your
  own　interests。〃
  〃Therefore　you　came；〃　concluded　Blakeney　airily；　〃like　the　good
  Samaritan　to　take　compa