“Sh-h, he is still there!” whispered the girl to Danton, with another look through keyhole. Presently steps were heard going downstairs.
“I think he is gone!” she said, verifying her statement by again opening the door and finding the coast clear.
Danton, with a final good-by, went his way.
The sneak, however, had retraced his downstairs steps with cat-like tread. In an alcove of the back hall he had found a hiding post.
As Danton’s broad back descended down the steps, a vulpine head peered out of the alcove, and Robespierre’s cunning, self-satisfied look showed that he recognized Henriette’s visitant.