'On the night of the fête at the Louvre.'
'And we meet?'
'Under the three limes in the Tuileries at compline.'
'I have but one horse at present—we must have more.'
'That is not hard—I will settle that with Pantin. He knows the spot exactly, and will have horses in readiness and guide you there, if need be.'
'I know it too, and will not fail you. God grant us success.'
'Amen!'
There was a silence of a moment, and then Palin arose. 'It grows darker and darker,' he said; 'I must go now—adieu!'—and he held out his hand.
'Not yet good-bye,' I said. 'I will accompany you to the end of the Malaquais at any rate. Ho! Ravaillac! My hat and cloak!'
There was no answer; but it seemed as if there was the sound of a stumble on the stairs outside the closed door, and then all was still.