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search the Deputy’s house for proofs of the latter’s guilt.

And Merlin had come back empty-handed.

The arrest of a female aristo⁠—the probable mistress of DĂ©roulĂšde, who obviously had denounced him⁠—was but small compensation for the failure of the more important capture.

As soon as Merlin joined his friends in the low, ill-lit, evil-smelling room he realised at once that there was a feeling of hostility against him.

Tinville, enthroned on one of the few chairs of which the Cheval Borgne could boast, was surrounded by a group of surly adherents.

On the rough trestles a number of glasses, half filled with raw potato-spirit, gave the keynote to the temper of the assembly.

All those present were dressed in the black-shag spencer, the seedy black breeches, and down-at-heel boots, which had become recognised as the distinctive uniform of the sansculotte party. The inevitable Phrygian cap, with its tricolour cockade, appeared on the heads of all those present, in various stages of dirt and decay.

Tinville had chosen to assume a sarcastic tone with regard to his whilom bosom friend, Merlin. Leaning both elbows on the table, he was picking his teeth with a steel fork, and in the intervals of his interesting operation, gave forth his views on the broad principles of patriotism.

Those who sat round him felt that his star was in the ascendant and assumed the position of satellites. Merlin as he entered had grunted a sullen “Good-eve,” and sat himself down in a remote corner of the room.

His greeting had been responded to with a few jeers and a good many dark, threatening looks. Tinville himself had bowed to him with mock sarcasm and an unpleasant leer.

One of the patriots, a huge fellow, almost a giant, with heavy, coarse fists and broad shoulders that obviously suggested coal-heaving, had, after a few satirical observations, dragged one of the empty wine barrels to Merlin’s table, and sat down opposite him.

“Take care, Citizen Lenoir,” said Tinville, with an evil laugh, “Citizen-Deputy Merlin will arrest you instead of Deputy DĂ©roulĂšde, whom he has allowed to slip through his fingers.”

“Nay; I’ve no fear,” replied Lenoir, with an oath. “Citizen Merlin is too much of an aristo to hurt anyone; his hands are too clean; he does not care to do the dirty work of the Republic. Isn’t that so, Monsieur Merlin?” added the giant, with a mock bow, and emphasising the appellation which had fallen into complete disuse in these days of equality.

“My patriotism is too well known,” said Merlin roughly, “to fear any attacks from jealous enemies; and as for my search in the Citizen-Deputy’s house this afternoon, I was told to find proofs against him, and I found none.”

Lenoir expectorated on the floor, crossed his dark hairy arms over the table, and said quietly:

“Real patriotism, as the true Jacobin understands it, makes the proofs it wants and leaves nothing to chance.”

A chorus of hoarse murmurs of “Vive la LibertĂ©!” greeted this harangue of the burly coal-heaver.

Feeling that he had gained the ear and approval of the gallery, Lenoir seemed, as it were, to spread himself out, to arrogate to himself the leadership of this band of malcontents, who, disappointed in their lust of DĂ©roulĂšde’s downfall, were ready to exult over that of Merlin.

“You were a fool, Citizen Merlin,” said Lenoir with slow significance, “not to see that the woman was playing her own game.”

Merlin had become livid under the grime on his face. With this ill-kempt sansculotte giant in front of him, he almost felt as if he were already arraigned before that awful, merciless tribunal, to which he had dragged so many innocent victims.

Already he felt, as he sat ensconced behind a table in the far corner of the room, that he was a prisoner at the bar, answering for his failure with his life.

His own laws, his own theories now stood in bloody array against him. Was it not he who had framed the indictments against General Custine for having failed to subdue the cities of the south? against General Westerman and Brunet and Beauharnais for having failed and failed and failed?

And now it was his turn.

These bloodthirsty jackals had been cheated of their prey; they would tear him to pieces in compensation of their loss.

“How could I tell?” he murmured roughly, “the woman had denounced him.”

A chorus of angry derision greeted this feeble attempt at defence.

“By your own law, Citizen-Deputy Merlin,” commented Tinville sarcastically, “it is a crime against the Republic to be suspected of treason. It is evident, however, that it is quite one thing to frame a law and quite another to obey it.”

“What could I have done?”

“Hark at the innocent!” rejoined Lenoir, with a sneer. “What could he have done? Patriots, friends, brothers, I ask you, what could he have done?”

The giant had pushed the wine cask aside, it rolled away from under him, and in the fullness of his contempt for Merlin and his impotence, he stood up before them all, strong in his indictment against treasonable incapacity.

“I ask you,” he repeated, with a loud oath, “what any patriot would do, what you or I would have done, in the house of a man whom we all know is a traitor to the Republic? Brothers, friends, Citizen-Deputy Merlin found a heap of burnt paper in a grate, he found a letter-case which had obviously contained important documents, and he asks us what he could do!”

“DĂ©roulĂšde is too important a man to be tried without proofs. The whole mob of Paris would have turned on us for having arraigned him, for having dared lay hands upon his sacred person.”

“Without proofs? Who said there were no proofs?” queried Lenoir.

“I found the burnt papers and torn letter-case in the woman’s room. She owned that they were love letters, and that she had denounced DĂ©roulĂšde in order to be rid of him.”

“Then let me tell you, Citizen-Deputy Merlin, that a true patriot would have found those papers in DĂ©roulĂšde’s, and not the woman’s room; that in the hands of a faithful servant

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