"I am glad. I know the Marquis was anxious that he should leave Paris."
"By gone I mean that I don't know where he is," said Seth, "but I don't think he has left Paris."
"Do you mean that he is arrested? I might get a message through to my master who is with the army in the north."
"I don't know that he is arrested. No, I think it would be better not to send a message until I am certain. It is possible, although not probable, that you may hear of my master; if you do will you let me know?"
"I will. You are still at the house of Monsieur Fargeau?"
"Yes, and shall remain there."
Seth next went to find Lucien Bruslart. He had no intention of being open with him. He had concocted an ambiguous message from his master, so framed as to astonish Bruslart, whether he knew where Richard Barrington was or not, and Seth hoped to read something of the truth in his face.
Citizen Bruslart's apartment was closed, and the concierge knew nothing about him. His servants had also gone.
"Ah! like rats from a sinking ship, eh, citizen?"
"Maybe. I'm no politician."