"Do they set over prisoners fools who cannot read?" asked the man.
"No; the paper is in order," Mathon answered.
"Obey it then. Fetch out the emigré."
Mathon folded up the paper and placed it in his pocket.
"It is down this passage," and his keys jingled. His fingers trembled a little as the men followed him. A few yards from the door the men halted.
"Bring her quickly. We have other work to do to-night more important than this."
Mathon unlocked the door and entered the room.
"Jeanne St. Clair, your turn has come."
The woman moved slowly.
"Quickly," said Mathon. "Your head's still in its place. Wrap the hood of your cloak well round it. There's no need to feel cold before the time. Don't speak," he added in a whisper.