own　interests。〃
  〃Therefore　you　came；〃　concluded　Blakeney　airily；　〃like　the　good
  Samaritan　to　take　compassion　on　me　and　my　troubles；　and　to　lead　me
  straight　away　to　comfort；　a　good　supper　and　a　downy　bed。〃
  〃Admirably　put；　Sir　Percy；〃　said　Chauvelin　blandly；　〃that　is
  exactly　my　mission。〃
  〃How　will　you　set　to　work；　Monsieur　Chambertin？〃
  〃Quite　easily；　if　you；　Sir　Percy；　will　yield　to　the　persuasion　of
  my　friend　citizen　Heron。〃
  〃Ah！〃
  〃Why；　yes！　　He　is　anxious　to　know　where　little　Capet　is。　　A
  reasonable　whim；　you　will　own；　considering　that　the　disappearance
  of　the　child　is　causing　him　grave　anxiety。〃
  〃And　you；　Monsieur　Chambertin？〃　queried　Sir　Percy　with　that
  suspicion　of　insolence　in　his　manner　which　had　the　power　to
  irritate　his　enemy　even　now。　　〃And　yourself；　sir；　what　are　your
  wishes　in　the　matter？〃
  〃Mine；　Sir　Percy？〃　retorted　　Chauvelin。　　〃Mine？　　Why；　to　tell　you
  the　truth；　the　fate　of　little　Capet　interests　me　but　little。　　Let
  him　rot　in　Austria　or　in　our　prisons；　I　care　not　which。　　He'll
  never　trouble　France　overmuch；　I　imagine。　　The　teachings　of　old
  Simon　will　not　tend　to　make　a　leader　or　a　king　out　of　the　puny
  brat　whom　you　chose　to　drag　out　of　our　keeping。　　My　wishes；　sir；
  are　the　annihilation　of　your　accursed　League；　and　the　lasting
  disgrace；　if　not　the　death；　of　its　chief。〃
  He　had　spoken　more　hotly　than　he　had　intended；　but　all　the　pent…up
  rage　of　the　past　eighteen　months；　the　recollections　of　Calais　and
  of　Boulogne；　had　all　surged　up　again　in　his　mind；　because　despite
  the　closeness　of　these　prison　walls；　despite　the　grim　shadow　of
  starvation　and　of　death　that　beckoned　so　close　at　hand；　he　still
  encountered　a　pair　of　mocking　eyes；　fixed　with　relentless
  insolence　upon　him。
  Whilst　he　spoke　Blakeney　had　once　more　leaned　forward；　resting　his
  elbows　upon　the　table。　　Now　he　drew　nearer　to　him　the　wooden
  platter　on　which　reposed　that　very　uninviting　piece　of　dry　bread。
  With　solemn　intentness　he　proceeded　to　break　the　bread　into
  pieces；　then　he　offered　the　platter　to　Chauvelin。
  〃I　am　sorry；〃　he　said　pleasantly；　〃that　I　cannot　you　more　dainty
  fare；　sir；　but　this　is　all　that　your　friends　have　supplied　me　with
  to…day。〃
  He　crumbled　some　of　the　dry　bread　in　his　slender　fingers；　then
  started　munching　the　crumbs　with　apparent　relish。　　He　poured　out
  some　water　into　the　mug　and　drank　it。　　Then　be　said　with　a　light
  laugh：
  〃Even　the　vinegar　which　that　ruffian　Brogard　served　us　at　Calais
  was　preferable　to　this；　do　you　not　imagine　so；　my　good　Monsieur
  Chambertin？〃
  Chauvelin　made　no　reply。　　Like　a　feline　creature　on　the　prowl；　he
  was　watching　the　prey　that　had　so　nearly　succumbed　to　his　talons。
  Blakeney's　face　now　was　positively　ghastly。　　The　effort　to　speak；
  to　laugh；　to　appear　unconcerned；　was　apparently　beyond　his
  strength。　　His　cheeks　and　lips　were　livid　in　hue；　the　skin　clung
  like　a　thin　layer　of　wax　to　the　bones　of　cheek　and　jaw；　and　the
  heavy　lids　that　fell　over　the　eyes　had　purple　patches　on　them　like
  lead。
  To　a　system　in　such　an　advanced　state　of　exhaustion　the　stale
  water　and　dusty　bread　must　have　been　terribly　nauseating；　and
  Chauvelin　himself　callous　and　thirsting　for　vengeance　though　he
  was；　could　hardly　bear　to　look　calmly　on　the　martyrdom　of　this　man
  whom　he　and　his　colleagues　were　torturing　in　order　to　gain　their
  own　ends。
  An　ashen　hue；　which　seemed　like　the　shadow　of　the　hand　of　death；
  passed　over　the　prisoner's　face。　Chauvelin　felt　compelled　to　avert
  his　gaze。　　A　feeling　that　was　almost　akin　to　remorse　had　stirred　a
  hidden　cord　in　his　heart。　The　feeling　did　not　lastthe　heart　had
  been　too　long　atrophied　by　the　constantly　recurring　spectacles　of
  cruelties；　massacres；　and　wholesale　hecatombs　perpetrated　in　the
  past　eighteen　months　in　the　name　of　liberty　and　fraternity　to　be
  capable　of　a　sustained　effort　in　the　direction　of　gentleness　or　of
  pity。　　Any　noble　instinct　in　these　revolutionaries　had　long　ago
  been　drowned　in　a　whirlpool　of　exploits　that　would　forever　sully
  the　records　of　humanity；　and　this　keeping　of　a　fellow…creature　on
  the　rack　in　order　to　wring　from　him　a　Judas…like　betrayal　was　but
  a　complement　to　a　record　of　infamy　that　had　ceased　by　its　very
  magnitude　to　weigh　upon　their　souls。
  Chauvelin　was　in　no　way　different　from　his　colleagues；　the　crimes
  in　which　he　had　had　no　hand　he　had　condoned　by　continuing　to　serve
  the　Government　that　had　committed　them；　and　his　ferocity　in　the
  present　case　was　increased　a　thousandfold　by　his　personal　hatred
  for　the　man　who　had　so　often　fooled　and　baffled　him。
  When　he　looked　round　a　second　or　two　later　that　ephemeral　fit　of
  remorse　did　its　final　vanishing；　he　had　once　more　encountered　the
  pleasant　smile；　the　laughing　if　ashen…pale　face　of　his　unconquered
  foe。
  〃Only　a　passing　giddiness；　my　dear　sir；〃　said　Sir　Percy　lightly。
  〃As　you　were　saying〃
  At　the　airily…spoken　words；　at　the　smile　that　accompanied　them；
  Chauvelin　had　jumped　to　his　feet。　　There　was　something　almost
  supernatural；　weird；　and　impish　about　the　present　situation；　about
  this　dying　man　who；　like　an　impudent　schoolboy；　seemed　to　be
  mocking　Death　with　his　tongue　in　his　cheek；　about　his　laugh　that
  appeared　to　find　its　echo　in　a　widely　yawning　grave。
  〃In　the　name　of　God；　Sir　Percy；〃　he　said　roughly；　as　he　brought
  his　clenched　fist　crashing　down　upon　the　table；　〃this　situation　is
  intolerable。　　Bring　it　to　an　end　to…night！〃
  〃Why；　sir？〃　retorted　Blakeney；　〃methought　you　and　your　kind　did
  not　believe　in　God。〃
  〃No。　　But　you　English　do。〃
  〃We　do。　　But　we　do　not　care　to　hear　His　name　on　your　lips。〃
  〃Then　in　the　name　of　the　wife　whom　you　love〃
  But　even　before　the　words　had　died　upon　his　lips；　Sir　Percy；　too；
  had　risen　to　his　feet。
  〃Have　done；　manhave　done；〃　he　broke　in　hoarsely；　and　despite
  weakness；　despite　exhaustion　and　weariness；　there　was　such　a
  dangerous　look　in　his　hollow　eyes　as　he　leaned　across　the　table
  that　Chauvelin　drew　back　a　step　or　two；　andvaguely　fearful
  looked　furtively　towards　the　opening　into　the　guard…room。　　〃Have
  done；〃　he　reiterated　for　the　third　time；　〃do　not　name　her；　or　by
  the　living　God　whom　you　dared　to　invoke　I'll　find　strength　yet　to
  smite　you　in　the　face。〃
  But　Chauvelin；　after　that　first　moment　of　almost　superstitious
  fear；　had　quickly　recovered　his　sang…froid。
  〃Little　Capet；　Sir　Percy；〃　he　said；　meeting　the　other's
  threatening　glance　with　an　imperturbable　smile；　〃tell　me　where　to
  find　him；　and　you　may　yet　live　to　savour　the　caresses　of　the　most
  beautiful　woman　in　England。〃
  He　had　meant　it　as　a　taunt；　the　final　turn　of　the　thumb…screw
  applied　to　a　dying　man；　and　he　had　in　that　watchful；　keen　mind　of
  his　well　weighed　the　full　consequences　of　the　taunt。
  The　next　moment　he　had　paid　to　the　full　the　anticipated　price。
  Sir　Percy　had　picked　up　the　pewter　mug　from　the　tableit　was
  half…filled　with　brackish　waterand　with　a　hand　that　trembled　but
  slightly　he　hurled　it　straight　at　his　opponent's　face。
  The　heavy　mug　did　not　hit　citizen　Chauvelin；　it　went　crashing
  against　the　stone　wall　opposite。　　But　the　water　was　trickling　from
  the　top　of　his　head　all　down　his　eyes　and　cheeks。　　He　shrugged　his
  shoulders　with　a　look　of　benign　indulgence　directed　at　his　enemy；
  who　had　fallen　back　into　his　chair　exhausted　with　the　effort。
  Then　he　took　out　his　handkerchief　and　calmly　wiped　the　water　from
  his　face。
  〃Not　quite　so　straight　a　shot　as　you　used　to　be；　Sir　Percy；〃　he
  said　mockingly。
  〃No；　sirapparentlynot。〃
  The　words　came　out　in　gasps。　　He　was　like　a　man　only　partly
  conscious。　　The　lips　were　parted；　the　eyes　closed；　the　head
  leaning　against　the　high　back　of　the　chair。　　For　the　space　of　one
  second　Chauvelin　feared　that　his　zeal　had　outrun　his　prudence；
  that　he　had　dealt　a　death…blow　to　a　man　in　the　last　stage　of
  exhaustion；　where　he　had　only　wished　to　fan　the　flickering　flame
  of　life。　　Hastilyfor　the　seconds　seemed　precioushe　ran　to　the
  opening　that　led　into　the　guard…room。
  〃Brandyquick！〃　he　cried。
  Heron　looked　up；　roused　from　the　semi…somnolence　in　which　he　had
  lain　for　the　past　half…hour。　　He　disentangled　his　long　limbs　from
  out　the　guard…room　chair。
  〃Eh？〃　he　queried。　　〃What　is　it？〃
  〃Brandy；〃　reiterated　Chauvelin　impatiently；　〃the　prisoner　has
  fainted。〃
  〃Bah！〃　retorted　the　other　with　a　callous　shrug　of　the　shoulders；
  〃you　are　not　going　to　revive　him　with　brandy；　I　imagine。〃
  〃No。　　But　you　will；　citizen　Heron；〃　rejoined　the　other　dryly；　〃for
  if　you　do　not　he'll　be　dead　in　an　hour！〃
  〃Devils　in　hell！〃　exclaimed　Heron；　〃you　have　not　killed　him？
  Youyou　dd　fool！〃
  He　was　wide　awake　enough　now；　wide　awake　and　shaking　with　fury。
  Almost　foaming　at　the　mouth　and　uttering　volleys　of　the　choicest
  oaths；　he　elbowed　his　way　roughly　through　the　groups　of　soldiers
  who　were　crowding　round　the　centre　table　of　the　guard…room；
  smoking　and　throwing　dice　or　playing　cards。　　They　made　way　for　him
  as　hurriedly　as　they　could；　for　it　was　not　safe　to　thwart　the
  citizen　agent　when　he　was　in　a　rage。
  Heron　walked　across　to　the　opening　and　lifted　the　iron　bar。　With
  scant　ceremony　he　pushed　his　colleague　aside　arid　strode　into　the
  cell；　whilst　Chauvelin；　seemingly　not　resenting　the　other's　ruffianly
  manners　and　violent　lang