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Updated: May 19, 2025
"Well, then everything worked out splendidly. You see by that time I was a well-known figure in the Temple. Heron knew me well. I used to be his lanthorn-bearer when at nights he visited that poor mite in his prison. It was 'Dupont, here! Dupont there! all day long. 'Light the fire in the office, Dupont! Dupont, brush my coat!
The little party had come to a halt outside a massive iron-studded door. At a sign from the chief agent the soldiers stood at attention. He then called de Batz and the lanthorn-bearer to him. He took a key from his breeches pocket, and with his own hand unlocked the massive door.
Then my uncle began to walk erect, and directly after I found on raising my staff that I could not touch the roof, while a sharp whistle uttered by our lanthorn-bearer was echoed from far on high. "Plenty of room upwards, sir," cried Cross. "Yes," said my uncle. "Ugh! what a horrid place, Master Nat!" whispered Pete, who kept as close to me as he could. "Do mind, sir." "Mind what?" I said.
On ahead the lanthorn-bearer, with arched spine and shaking knees, dragging shuffling footsteps along the corridor, then the corporal with two of his soldiers, then Heron closely followed by de Batz, and finally two more soldiers bringing up the rear. Heron had given the bunch of keys to the man Dupont. The latter, on ahead, holding the lanthorn aloft, opened one gate after another.
'The officer, my friends, I said, 'M. le Capitaine Larolle. 'Where is he? 'DIABLE! but who are you, first? the lanthorn-bearer retorted bluntly. He was a tall, lanky sergeant, with a sinister face. 'Well, I am not M. de Cocheforet, I replied; 'and that must satisfy you, my man. For the rest, if you do not fetch Captain Larolle at once and admit me, you will find the consequences inconvenient.
Then, crossing to where the man stood by the lanthorn-bearer, Don laid his hand upon his arm. "You are not going to keep us, sir?" he said quietly. "My mother and my uncle will be very uneasy at my absence, and Jem our man, has a young wife." "No, no; can't listen to you, my lad," said the bluff man; "it's very hard, I know, but the king's ships must be manned and boyed," he added with a laugh.
He curtly ordered the lanthorn-bearer and de Batz to go through, then he himself went in, and finally once more re-locked the door behind him, the soldiers remaining on guard on the landing outside.
The light illumined the lanthorn-bearer only fitfully, but to the terror-stricken women he appeared to be preternaturally tall and broad, with wide caped coat pulled up to his ears and an old-fashioned tricorne hat on his head; his face was entirely hidden by a black mask, and his hands by black kid gloves.
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