She helped him to sit up, and made a cushion of her cloak for his head, in a corner of the coach. “There is nothing to ask pardon for, Havel,” she said; “you did your best. It was to be—that’s all. Drink the brandy now.”
A moment afterwards Lapierre was on the box, Madame Marie was inside, and Madelinette said to the coachman:
“Drive hard—the White Calvary by the church of St. Mary Magdalene.”
In another hour the coach drew up by the White Calvary, where a soft light burned in memory of some departed soul.
The three alighted. Madelinette whispered to Havel, he got up on the box beside Lapierre, and the coach rattled away to a tavern, as the two women disappeared swiftly into the darkness.
CHAPTER VIII. FACE TO FACE
As the two approached the mansion where George Fournel lived, they saw the door open and a man come hurriedly out into the street. He wore his wrist in a sling.
Madelinette caught Madame Marie’s arm. She did not speak, but her heart sank within her. The man was Tardif.
He saw them and shuffled over.