Across the little table their hands met, and were clasped firmly for a moment as the two men looked into each other's eyes. Then Latour went out quickly, locking the door behind him.
An hour later he went slowly up the stairs to his rooms. Jacques Sabatier was waiting for him.
"Bad news, citizen," said Sabatier.
Latour opened his door, and they entered.
"It should be bad news indeed if one may judge by your face," he said.
"Citizen Bruslart was arrested on Saturday. He is in the Conciergerie. He demands that you see him to-night. He knows that mademoiselle has escaped from the Rue Charonne, and he makes a shrewd guess where she is hidden. You must see him, citizen; he is dangerous."
CHAPTER XXVII
A RIDE IN THE NIGHT