"Good. Your explanations are sufficient. You are released."
He watched the look of immense relief that spread over her countenance as she rose, with a mumbled thanks, and started for the door.
"By the way, citoyenne," he cried carelessly; "one moment. Come back. Sit down. Could the Citoyen Lajoie have been any one in disguise?"
Terrified and trapped, the woman sprang up.
"For instance, the good Citoyen Charles Sanson?"
Her answer was a shriek and the thud of her body falling in a swoon to the floor.
XIII
DAUGHTER OF THE GUILLOTINE
"Certainly, he is demented," Le Corbeau cried when, after a dozen zigzags, Dossonville continued to plunge furiously ahead up street after street.