"I don't know, Master Richard, but he brought me through many vaults and showed me the door, then left me quickly. He did not lie when he said you were behind it; and see, a way to the right and steps. He did not lie about them either."
They went up the stairs cautiously, Seth leading, and at the top was a trapdoor, unfastened, easily lifted.
"Again he told the truth," Seth whispered.
They were in a cellar full of rubbish, evil smelling, too, and at the end was a door; a turned handle opened it, and a few steps brought them up into a passage.
"Set down the lantern, Master Richard, and blow it out. We shall not need it. Come quietly."
The passage led to an open door, and they stepped into the street, little more than a narrow alley, dark and silent.
"Sabatier said to the right. All is well so far. Shall we follow his instructions to the end?"
"Yes," Barrington answered.
They came without hindrance into a wider street. It was the street in which Barrington had been attacked by the mob; half of that crowd must have come down this very alley. They went quickly, their direction towards Monsieur Fargeau's house. They entered the street in which it stood, and then Seth stopped.
"We don't go in yet, Master Richard, I have something to show you first. There is a little wine shop here, unknown to patriots, I think. It is safe, safer than Monsieur Fargeau's perchance."