"Has it not turned out for the best?" said Sabatier.
"I will answer that question when I know for what purpose I have been brought to this place to-night."
"Truly, it's a poor hostelry to welcome any man to, especially officers of the Convention," laughed Sabatier.
"I go no farther until I know where I go and the purpose."
"We go toward Bordeaux and the sea; the purpose, to put you on board some vessel which shall carry you in safety to America."
Barrington moved swiftly to the door and set his back against it.
"So Latour has tricked me once more. He will be rid of me so that a defenseless woman may be altogether in his power. I return to Paris at once. The odds are equal, and you have papers which I must have. They may be useful to me."
There was the sharp clatter of steel as Barrington and Seth drew their sabres. Then a door, which neither of them had noticed, on the other side of the room, opened, and a man stood on the threshold.
"The odds are with us, Monsieur Barrington," said Sabatier. "I think you will be compelled to travel toward Bordeaux."