"I have done a little already, citizen. Two aristocrats have looked through the little window with my help."
"Good, very good. May you receive the reward you deserve," Seth answered, rising as he finished his wine. "I shall hardly earn my pay if I stay longer. You're of the kind I should like to reward, an excellent double-faced man, Judas-like, betraying with a kiss. These are the men who succeed to-day. I love them as I love hell and the guillotine."
Even the porter was a little afraid of such a patriot, and was rather glad to see the back of him as he swaggered away.
Bruslart's disappearance was comprehensible. The escape of mademoiselle would naturally draw suspicion upon him. Was Richard Barrington with him?
This was the first question Seth asked himself. It gave quick birth to another. What part had Raymond Latour in the scheme?
The set purpose in Seth's mind was apparent by the fact that he took the most direct route to the Rue Valette. Twice at intervals of an hour he knocked at Latour's door and received no answer, nor heard any sound within. The third time the door was opened, and Latour faced him.
"Your business, citizen."
"I have something important to tell Citizen Latour," Seth answered.
"I do not know you."
"Does Citizen Latour know all his admirers?"