“This morning.”
“By whom?”
“By a pale and thin young man, of about twenty-two.”
“And wherefore did you give it up to him?”
“Because he showed me an order, signed and sealed.”
“By whom?”
“By the gentlemen of the Town-hall.”
“Well, then,” said Cornelius calmly, “our doom seems to be fixed.”
“Do you know whether the same precaution has been taken at the other gates?”
“I do not.”