suddenly　past　the　window。　　Simultaneously；　a　loud；　harsh　command　to
  halt　rang　out　upon　the　evening　air。
  The　Marquise　clutched　at　her　daughter's　arm　with　one　hand；　whilst
  with　the　other　she　crossed　herself；　as　though　their　assailant　were
  some　emissary　of　the　powers　of　evil。
  〃Mother　in　Heaven；　deliver　us！〃　she　gasped；　turning　suddenly　devout。
  〃Mon　Dieu！〃　cried　Mademoiselle；　who　had　recognised　the　voice　that
  was　now　haranguing　the　men　on　the　box　…　their　driver　and　the　ostler
  of　the　'Eagle　Inn。'　　〃It　is　La　Boulaye　himself。〃
  〃La　Boulaye？〃echoed　the　Marquise。　　Then；　in　a　frenzy　of　terror：
  〃There　are　the　pistols　there；　Suzanne；〃　she　cried。　　〃You　can　shoot。
  Kill　him！　　Kill　him！〃
  The　girl's　lips　came　tightly　together　until　her　mouth　seemed　no　more
  than　a　straight　line。　　Her　cheeks　grew　white　as　death；　but　her　eyes
  were　brave　and　resolute。　　She　put　forth　her　hand　and　seized　one　of
  the　pistols　as　the　carriage　with　a　final　jolt　came　to　a　standstill。
  An　instant　later　the　door　was　dragged　open；　and　La　Boulaye　stood
  bowing　in　the　rain　with　mock　ceremoniousness　and　a　very　contemptuous
  smile　on　his　stern　mouth。　　He　had　dismounted；　and　flung　the　reins　of
  his　horse　over　the　bough　of　a　tree　by　the　roadside。　　The　Marquise
  shuddered　at　sight　of　him；　and　sought　to　shrink　farther　back　into
  the　cushions　of　the　carriage。
  〃Citoyenne；〃　he　was　saying；　very　bitterly；　〃when　I　made　my　compact
  with　you　yesternight；　I　did　not　reckon　upon　being　compelled　to　ride
  after　you　in　this　fashion。　　I　have　some　knowledge　of　the　ways　of
  your　people；　of　their　full　words　and　empty　deeds；　but　you　I　was　fool
  enough　to　trust。　　By　experience　we　learn。　　I　must　ask　you　to　alight；
  Citoyenne。〃
  〃To　what　purpose；　Monsieur？〃　she　asked；　in　a　voice　which　she　strove
  to　render　cold　and　steady。
  〃To　the　purpose　that　your　part　of　the　bargain　be　carried　out。　　Your
  mother　and　your　treasure　were　to　find　their　way　into　Prussia　upon
  condition　that　you　return　with　me　to　France。〃
  〃It　was　a　bargain　of　coercion；　Monsieur；〃　she　answered　attempting　to
  brazen　it　out。　　〃I　was　a　woman　in　a　desperate　situation。〃
  〃Surely　your　memory　is　at　fault；　Citoyenne；〃　he　answered；　with　a
  politeness　that　was　in　itself　a　mockery。
  〃Your　situation　was　so　little　desperate　that　I　had　offered　to　effect
  the　rescue　both　of　your　mother　and　yourself　without　asking　any
  guerdon。　　Your　miserable　treasure　alone　it　was　that　had　to　be
  sacrificed。　　You　will　recall　that　the　bargain　was　of　your　own
  proposing。〃
  There　was　a　pause；　during　which　he　stood　waiting　for　her　reply。
  Her　blue　eyes　made　an　attempt　to　meet　his　steady　gaze；　but　failed。
  Her　bosom　rose　and　fell　in　the　intensity　of　her　agitation。
  〃I　was　a　woman　distraught；　Monsieur。　　Surely　you　will　not　hold　me
  to　words　uttered　in　an　hour　of　madness。　　It　was　a　bargain　I　had　no
  right　to　make；　for　I　am　no　longer　free　to　dispose　of　myself。　　I　am
  betrothed　to　the　Vicomte　Anatole　d'Ombreval。　　The　contract　has
  already　been　signed；　and　the　Vicomte　will　be　meeting　us　at　Treves。〃
  It　was　as　if　she　had　struck　him；　and　amazement　left　him　silent　a
  moment。　　In　a　dim；　subconscious　way　he　seemed　to　notice　that　the
  name　she　mentioned　was　that　of　the　man　he　was　bidden　to　arrest。
  Then；　with　an　oath：
  〃I　care　naught　for　that；〃　he　cried。　　〃As　God　lives；　you　shall
  fulfil　your　word　to　me。〃
  〃Monsieur；　I　refuse；〃　she　answered；　with　finality。　　〃Let　me　request
  you　to　close　the　door　and　suffer　us　to　proceed。〃
  〃Your　mother　and　your　treasure　may　proceed　…　it　was　thus　we
  bargained。　　But　you　shall　come　with　me。　　I　will　be　no　girl's　dupe；
  no　woman's　fool；　Citoyenne。〃
  When　he　said　that　he　uttered　the　full　truth。　　There　was　no　love　in
  his　voice　or　in　his　heart　at　that　moment。　　Than　desire　of　her
  nothing　was　further　from　his　mind。　　It　was　his　pride　that　was　up　in
  arms；　his　wounded　dignity　that　cried　out　to　him　to　avenge　himself
  upon　her；　and　to　punish　her　for　having　no　miserably　duped　him。　　That
  she　was　unwilling　to　go　with　him　only　served　to　increase　his　purpose
  of　taking　her；　since　the　more　unwilling　she　was　the　more　would　she
  be　punished。
  〃Citoyenne；　I　am　waiting　for　you　to　alight；〃　he　said　peremptorily。
  〃Monsieur；　I　am　very　well　as　I　am；〃　she　answered　him；　and　leaning
  slightly　from　the　coach　…　〃Drive　on；　Blaise；〃　she　commanded。
  But　La　Boulaye　cocked　a　pistol。
  〃Drive　so　much　as　a　yard；〃　he　threatened。　　〃and　I'll　drive　you　to
  the　devil。〃　　Then；　turning　once　more　to　Suzanne：　〃Never　in　my　life；
  Citoyenne　have　I　employed　force　to　a　woman；〃　he　said。　　〃I　trust　that
  you　will　not　put　me　to　the　pain　of　commencing　now。〃
  〃Stand　back；　Monsieur；〃　was　her　imperious　answer。　　But　heedless　he
  advanced；　and　thrusting　his　head　under　the　lintel　of　the　carriage
  door　he　leaned　forward；　to　seize　her。　　Then；　before　he　could　so
  much　as　conjecture　what　she　was　about；　her　hand　went　up　grasping　a
  heavy　horse…pistol　by　the　barrel；　and　she　brought　the　butt　of　it
  down　with　a　deadly　precision　between　his　brows。
  He　reeled　backwards；　threw　up　his　arms；　and　measured　his　length　in
  the　thick　grey　mud　of　the　road。
  Her　eyes　had　followed　him　with　a　look　of　horror；　and　until　she　saw
  him　lying　still　on　his　back　did　she　seem　to　realise　what　she　had　done。
  〃My　dear；　brave　girl；〃　murmured　her　mother's　voice　but　she　never
  heard　it。　　With　a　sob　she　relaxed　her　grasp　of　the　pistol　and　let　it
  fall　from　the　carriage。
  〃Shall　I　drive　on；　Mademoiselle？〃　inquired　Blaise　from　the　box。
  But　without　answering　him　she　had　stepped　down　into　the　mud；　and　was
  standing　bare…headed　in　the　rain　beside　the　body　of　Caron。
  Silently；　she　stooped　and　groped　for　his　heart。　　It　was　beating
  vigorously　enough；　she　thought。　　She　stooped　lower　and　taking　him
  under　the　arms；　she　half　bore；　half　dragged　him　to　the　side　of　the
  road；　as　if　the　thin；　bare　hedge　were　capable　of　affording　him
  shelter。　　There　she　stood　a　moment　looking　down　at　him。　　Then　with
  a　sob　she　suddenly　stooped；　and　careless　of　the　eyes　observing　her；
  she　kissed　him　full　upon　the　mouth。
  A　second　later　she　fled　like　a　frightened　thing　back　to　the　carriage；
  and；　closing　the　door；　she　called　in　a　strangled　voice　too　drive　on。
  She　paid　little　heed　to　the　praise　that　was　being　bestowed　upon　her
  by　her　mother　…　who　had　seen　nothing　of　the　kiss。　　But　she　lay　back
  in　her　corner　of　the　coach；　and　now　her　lashes　were　wet　at　the
  thought　of　Caron　lying　out　there　in　the　road。　　Now　her　cheeks　grew
  red　with　shame　at　the　thought　that　she；　the　nobly…born　Mademoiselle
  de　Bellecour；　should　have　allowed　even　pity　to　have　so　far　overcome
  her　as　to　have　caused　her　to　touch　with　her　lips　the　lips　of　a
  low…bred　revolutionist。
  CHAPTER　XIV
  THE　COURIER
  It　was　well　for　La　Boulaye　that　he　had　tethered　his　horse　to　a　tree
  before　approaching　the　coach。　　That　solitary　beast　standing　by　the
  roadside　in　the　deepening　gloom　attracted　the　attention　of　his
  followers；　when　…　a　half…hour　or　so　later　…　they　rode　that　way；　making
  for　Liege；　as　La　Boulaye　had　bidden　them。
  At　their　approach　the　animal　neighed；　and　Garin；　hearing　the　sound；
  reined　in　and　peered　forward　into　the　gloom；　to　descry　the　horse's
  head　and　back　outlined　above　the　blur　of　the　hedge。　　His　men　halted
  behind　him　whilst　he　approached　the　riderless　beast　and　made　…　as
  well　as　he　could　in　the　darkness　…　an　examination　of　the　saddle。
  One　holster　he　found　empty；　at　which　he　concluded　that　the　rider；
  whoever　he　had　been；　had　met　with　trouble；　from　the　other　he　drew　a
  heavy　pistol；　which；　however；　gave　him　no　clue。
  〃Get　down；〃　he　ordered　his　men；〃　and　search　the　roads　hereabouts。
  I'll　wager　a　horse　to　a　horseshoe　that　you　will　find　a　body
  somewhere。〃
  He　was　obeyed；　and　presently　a　cry　from　one　of　the　searchers
  announced　a　discovery。　　It　was　succeeded　by　another　exclamation。
  〃Sacre　nom！〃　swore　the　trooper。　　〃It　is　the　Citizen…deputy！〃
  In　an　instant　Garin　had　leapt　to　the　ground　and　with　the　others
  crowding　about　him；　their　bridles　over　their　arms　and　their　horses
  in　a　bunch　behind　them；　he　was　bending　under　the　dripping　hedge　to
  examine　the　body　that　lay　supine　in　the　sodden　road。　　A　vigorous
  oath　escaped　him　when　he　assured　himself　that　it　was　indeed　La
  Boulaye。
  〃Is　he　dead？〃　cried　the　men　in　chorus。
  〃No　…　not　dead〃　grumbled　the　corporal。　〃But　there　is　a　lump　on　his
  brow　the　size　of　an　egg；　and　God　knows　how　long　he　has　been　lying
  here　in　this　bed　of　mud。〃
  They　had　no　restoratives；　and　the　only　thing　was　to　convey　him　to
  the　nearest　habitation　and　demand　shelter。　　They　held　a　short　council
  on　the　matter；　and　in　the　end　Garin　bade　four　of　them　take　him　up
  and　carry　him　in　a　cloak。　　Some　two　miles　back　they　had　passed　a
  house；　and　thither　the　corporal　now　bade　them　retrace　their　steps。
  They　made　an　odd　procession；　first　went　two　mounted　troopers　leading
  the　horses　of　the　others；　then　the　four　on　foot；　carrying　the　Deputy
  in　a　cloak；　and　lastly；　Garin　riding　in　the　rear。
  In　this　manner　they　went　back　along　the　dark　road；　and　for　close
  upon　a　half…hour　…　for　their　progress　was　slow　…　they　trudged　along
  in　silence。　　At　last　there　was　a　short　exclamation　from　one　of　the
  riders；　as　half　a　mile　away　an　illuminated　window　beamed　invitingly。
  Encouraged　by　it；　they　quickened　their　ste