Who should go first? There was a little hesitation and reluctance.
“Come, hurry!” cried Cabochon, “or I must do my own guessing!”
Suddenly a shadow glided past upon the wall.
“No, no!” I muttered.
“Name it, name it!” chuckled the jailer. The grinning sans-culottes at the door echoed his demand vociferously.
“Gardel!” I murmured faintly. The leading spirit had, characteristically, been the first to enter the breach.
“Good,” croaked Cabochon, referring to his list. “Citizen shadow, you are marked for judgment.”
I rose hurriedly from the stool.
“I will no more of it!” I cried.
“What!—already? My faith! a nerveless judge.”