"Zounds! The Chevalier de Maison-Rouge. The Commune seeks for him; and their bloodhounds have a fine scent."
"Provided that, before they arrest him," said Morand, "he has not accomplished some new enterprise that may succeed better than the last."
"At all events," said Maurice, "it will not be in favor of the queen."
"Why not?" demanded Morand.
"Because she is henceforth shielded from his bold attempts."
"Where is she then?" inquired Dixmer.
"At the Conciergerie," replied Maurice; "she was taken there this evening."
Dixmer, Geneviève, and Morand uttered a cry which Maurice mistook for one of surprise.
"Thus you see," continued he, "adieu to the Chevalier's plans for the queen. The Conciergerie is more secure than the Temple."