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if he lived or died.

He had lived long enough to see the complete annihilation and dishonour of his enemy.

What had happened to Sir Percy Blakeney now, what to Marguerite, he neither knew nor cared. No doubt the Englishman had picked himself up and got away through the window or the door: he would be anxious to get his wife out of the town as quickly as possible. The Angelus would ring directly, the gates would be opened, the harbour made free to everyone.⁠ ⁠…

And Collot was a league outside Boulogne by now⁠ ⁠… a league nearer to Paris.

So what mattered the humbled wayside English flower?⁠—the damaged and withered Scarlet Pimpernel?⁠ ⁠…

A slight noise suddenly caused him to start. He had been dreaming, no doubt, having fallen into some kind of torpor, akin to sleep, after the deadly and restless fatigue of the past four days. He certainly had been unconscious of everything around him, of time and of place. But now he felt fully awake.

And again he heard that slight noise, as if something or someone was moving in the room.

He tried to peer into the darkness, but could distinguish nothing. He rose and went to the door. It was still open, and close behind it against the wall a small oil lamp was fixed which lit up the corridor.

Chauvelin detached the lamp and came back with it into the room. Just as he did so there came to his ears the first sound of the little church bell ringing the Angelus.

He stepped into the room holding the lamp high above his head; its feeble rays fell full upon the brilliant figure of Sir Percy Blakeney.

He was smiling pleasantly, bowing slightly towards Chauvelin, and in his hand he held the sheathed sword, the blade of which had been fashioned in Toledo for Lorenzo Cenci, and the fellow of which was lying now⁠—Chauvelin himself knew not where.

“The day and hour, Monsieur, I think,” said Sir Percy with courtly grace, “when you and I are to cross swords together; those are the southern ramparts, meseems. Will you precede, sir? and I will follow.”

At sight of this man, of his impudence and of his daring, Chauvelin felt an icy grip on his heart. His cheeks became ashen white, his thin lips closed with a snap, and the hand which held the lamp aloft trembled visibly. Sir Percy stood before him, still smiling and with a graceful gesture pointing towards the ramparts.

From the Church of St. Joseph the gentle, melancholy tones of the Angelus sounding the second Ave Maria came faintly echoing in the evening air.

With a violent effort Chauvelin forced himself to self-control, and tried to shake off the strange feeling of obsession which had overwhelmed him in the presence of this extraordinary man. He walked quite quietly up to the table and placed the lamp upon it. As in a flash recollection had come back to him⁠ ⁠… the past few minutes!⁠ ⁠… the letter! and Collot well on his way to Paris!

Bah! he had nothing to fear now, save perhaps death at the hand of this adventurer turned assassin in his misery and humiliation!

“A truce on this folly, Sir Percy,” he said roughly. “As you well know, I had never any intention of fighting you with these poisoned swords of yours and⁠ ⁠…”

“I knew that, M. Chauvelin.⁠ ⁠… But do you know that I have the intention of killing you now⁠ ⁠… as you stand⁠ ⁠… like a dog!⁠ ⁠…”

And throwing down the sword with one of those uncontrolled outbursts of almost animal passion, which for one instant revealed the real, inner man, he went up to Chauvelin and towering above him like a great avenging giant, he savoured for one second the joy of looking down on that puny, slender figure which he could crush with sheer brute force, with one blow from his powerful hands.

But Chauvelin at this moment was beyond fear.

“And if you killed me now, Sir Percy,” he said quietly and looking the man whom he so hated fully in the eyes, “you could not destroy that letter which my colleague is taking to Paris at this very moment.”

As he had anticipated, his words seemed to change Sir Percy’s mood in an instant. The passion in the handsome, aristocratic face faded in a trice, the hard lines round the jaw and lips relaxed, the fire of revenge died out from the lazy blue eyes, and the next moment a long, loud, merry laugh raised the dormant echoes of the old fort.

“Nay, Monsieur Chaubertin,” said Sir Percy gaily, “but this is marvellous⁠ ⁠… demmed marvellous⁠ ⁠… do you hear that, m’dear?⁠ ⁠… Gadzooks! but ’tis the best joke I have heard this past twelvemonths.⁠ ⁠… Monsieur here thinks⁠ ⁠… Lud! but I shall die of laughing.⁠ ⁠… Monsieur here thinks⁠ ⁠… that ’twas that demmed letter which went to Paris⁠ ⁠… and that an English gentleman lay scuffling on the floor and allowed a letter to be filched from him⁠ ⁠…”

“Sir Percy!⁠ ⁠…” gasped Chauvelin, as an awful thought seemed suddenly to flash across his fevered brain.

“Lud, sir, you are astonishing!” said Sir Percy, taking a very much crumpled sheet of paper from the capacious pocket of his elegant caped coat, and holding it close to Chauvelin’s horror-stricken gaze. “This is the letter which I wrote at that table yonder in order to gain time and in order to fool you.⁠ ⁠… But, by the Lord, you are a bigger demmed fool than ever I took you to be, if you thought it would serve any other purpose save that of my hitting you in the face with it.”

And with a quick and violent gesture he struck Chauvelin full in the face with the paper.

“You would like to know, Monsieur Chaubertin, would you not?⁠ ⁠…” he added pleasantly, “what letter it is that your friend, Citizen Collot, is taking in such hot haste to Paris for you.⁠ ⁠… Well! the letter is not long and ’tis written in verse.⁠ ⁠… I wrote it myself upstairs today whilst you thought me sodden with brandy and three-parts asleep. But brandy is easily flung out of

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