"A pretty patriot like that has right to a dozen suspects," cried another, amid laughter.
Overwhelmed, dizzy, and horror-stricken, she shook her head, felt with her hands until she found the door, and, backing from the room, fled from the house—fled back through the ghostly city.
Goursac's door was opened; Geneviève herself, with solemn face flushed with the light of her candle, was waiting for her.
"Tell me quick!" she cried, apprehending what had happened.
"You know, then?"
"Know what?"
"Barabant has been arrested."
She recoiled to the wall shrieking:
"Arrested!"
"An hour ago."