"Who brought it?"
"A gentleman, travelling from Paris. Ouvrez-le!"
Denham roused himself with difficulty to obey. "A passport!" he said, with listless surprise, and a slight laugh. "Not the passport for Roy, surely! Rather late in the day."
"But read—read!" implored Lucille, and he made an effort to do so. Then a rush of colour came, and he looked at Lucille, a strange gleam in his eyes.
"This—what does it mean?"
"It means that you are free! Free to go home!"
From the others broke a chorus of exclamations.
"'Au nom de Napoléon!' It must be right." Ivor spoke in a bewildered tone. "But what can have made him choose me?"
"Are you not glad?"
"Glad!" The word was too absurdly inadequate. He walked across to Colonel Baron.