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Anne and let you know what arrangements I've been able to make. So do as I tell you now, and in Heaven's name let me look after myself." Whereupon, with scant ceremony, he hustled the old man out of the room. Pere Lenegre had contrived to kiss petite maman and Rosette before he went. It was touching to see the perfect confidence with which these simple-hearted folk obeyed the commands of milor.
"I have my daughter to think of," said petite maman in a feeble, querulous way, "and I won't have all my neighbours in this house made unhappy because of me. They have all been kind neighbours. Will you promise not to molest them and to clear the house of soldiers if I tell you where Lenegre is?" "The Republic makes no promises," replied Rouget gruffly.
The sectional Committee sent down some spies this morning to be on the look-out for him on or about this house. Have you got him?" "Not yet, citizen. But " "Ah ca, citizen sergeant," broke in the other brusquely, "meseems that your zeal has been even more at fault than I had supposed. Have you done anything at all, then, in the matter of Lenegre or the Englishman?"
"'Tis I should kneel to you in gratitude, petite maman," he said earnestly, "you were ready to sacrifice your old man for me." "You have saved Pierre, milor," said the mother simply. A minute later pere Lenegre and the two women were ready to go. Already milor and his gallant English friends were busy once more transforming themselves into grimy workmen or seedy middle-class professionals.
"He frightened petite maman with it all this morning, saying that he knew my name was down on the Sectional Committee's list as a 'suspect. That's when he let fall a word or two about you, milor. He said it is known that Pierre has escaped from justice, and that you helped him to it. "I am sure that we shall get a domiciliary visit presently," continued Pere Lenegre, after a slight pause.
It did not take very long: the house was old and ramshackle and the doors rickety. The next moment the party stood in the room which a while ago the Englishman had so accurately described to pere Lenegre in petite maman's hearing. There was the wardrobe.
But already Sir Percy Blakeney had, with one of his characteristic cheery words, dissipated the atmosphere of tearful emotion which oppressed these kindly folk. "Now, Papa Lenegre," he said lightly, "tell me why you wore such a solemn air when you let me in just now." "Because, milor," replied the old man quietly, "that d d concierge, Jean Baptiste, is a black-hearted traitor."
Had he not saved Pierre in his wonderful, brave, resourceful way? Of a truth he would know how to save Pere Lenegre also. But, nevertheless, anguish gripped the women's hearts; anguish doubly keen since the saviour of Pierre was also in danger now. When Pere Lenegre's shuffling footsteps had died away along the flagged corridor, the stranger once more turned to the two women.
"And now," he concluded more authoritatively, "it is a case of getting out of Paris before the gates close. Pere Lenegre, take your wife and daughter with you and walk boldly out of this house. The sergeant and his men have not vacated their post in the Rue Jolivet, and no one else can molest you.
Sir Percy laughed, his merry, infectious laugh. "You mean that while he has been pocketing bribes from me, he has denounced me to the Committee." Pere Lenegre nodded: "I only heard it this morning," he said, "from one or two threatening words the treacherous brute let fall. He knows that you lodge in the Place des Trois Maries, and that you come here frequently.
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