“The Scarlet Pimpernel is in Paris even now.”
“The devil he is!”
“And on what errand, think you?”
There was a moment’s silence, and then de Batz continued with slow and dramatic emphasis:
“That of rescuing your most precious prisoner from the Temple.”
“How do you know?” Heron queried savagely.
“I guessed.”
“How?”
“I saw a man in the Theatre National to-day...”
“Well?”