"Better that than falling into the hands of the mob."
On the fourth day Sabatier brought a message from Latour. Barrington's servant Seth had been to him inquiring about his master. Naturally, perhaps, he was not inclined to believe Latour's word that he was safe, and unless he had some definite proof might ruin everything by making inquiries in other directions.
"Will you write a letter to your servant, monsieur, telling him to wait until he has further instructions from you?"
"Might he not come to me here?"
"For the present that would be too dangerous," Sabatier answered. "I come and go, monsieur, because I was bred in this quarter of the city. The mob claims me as a part of it, and truly I am, except in this business. I began by simply obeying Citizen Latour, for my own benefit, I make no secret of it; now I am also interested in Monsieur Barrington."
The letter to Seth was written and given to Sabatier to deliver. Two more weary days of waiting passed, and then late one afternoon Raymond Latour came.
Barrington welcomed him, both hands held out to him.
"It was bravely done," he exclaimed. "You must have run great risk in getting her from the Abbaye prison."
"Yes, great risk. I have come to talk to you about it."
Latour ignored the outstretched hands. He stood in front of Barrington with folded arms. There was something amiss.