"And if our enemy is victorious, take care not to fall again into his clutches!"
Olivier who was preparing to go, stopped suddenly. Unhappily, he said, he had not only himself to tremble for. His mother and fiancée were in prison and Robespierre would revenge himself on them.
"Most probably!" replied Fouché.
"Then the Committee ought to release them also, and with even more reason!"
Fouché shrugged his shoulders regretfully.
It had been the intention of the Committee, but the two prisoners were beyond their reach.
"How?" asked Olivier anxiously.
Simply because they were no longer at the prison of La Bourbe.
Olivier gasped—
"Condemned?"