Maitre Leroux had been directing his servants in the formation of the barricades. "I can do nothing to protect the door," the archer said; "they have propped up that gate so as to cover the men who are hammering at it. I have been distributing my arrows among the crowd, and in faith there will be a good many vacancies among the butchers and flayers in the market tomorrow morning.

"Be careful what you say to strangers; but you may trust Maitre Leroux; he is honest." On reaching the gate of the palace, Nigel had met the captain of the Scottish guard, Norman Leslie, a distant relative, by whose means he had gained admission to the palace, and had been able to enjoy the interview with his cousin, Mary Seton.

Contes Populaires Slaves, traduits par Louis Leger. Paris: Leroux, Editeur. Once upon a time there lived a peasant called Ivan, and he had a wife whose name was Marie.

Carson's offices were in a large modern building, with many elevators and entrances. I walked toward it with Jacqueline, being satisfied that Leroux was following us; entered about twenty-five yards before him, and ascended in the elevator, getting off, however, on the floor above that on which the offices were.

For her sake I resolved to pull myself together. I did not now know whether Leroux was in front or behind me, or upon either hand. I stood deep in the snow, a pistol in each hand, waiting. When he called again I should make my last effort. But he called me no more.

Leroux," he continued, "will be in your confidence. Mr. Leroux and every one else EVERY ONE else must not suspect the arrangement"... "Certainly I quite understand"... "Mrs. Leroux will engage you this afternoon her husband is a mere cipher in the household and you will commence your duties on Monday.

"It is as I tell you," he continued. "This Madame Jean had been posing as Mrs. Leroux, and in some way, which I was unable to understand, her signature had been accepted by the Credit Lyonnais. I examined the specimen signature which had been forwarded to them by the London County and Suburban Bank, and I perceived, at once, that it was not a case of common forgery.

His voice seemed to be choked in his throat; "my wife! It says something about my wife?" "It says," resumed the doctor, quietly, "'your wife. Then there's a piece torn out, and the two words 'Mr. King. No stop follows, and the line is evidently incomplete." "My wife!" mumbled Leroux, staring unseeingly at the fragment of paper. "MY WIFE! MR. KING! Oh! God! I shall go mad!"

Pierre stepped quietly aside, and Simon measured his full length within the tunnel. But, when he had scrambled to his feet with a bellowing challenge, Pierre was in front of him again. "What are you here for?" roared Leroux, but in a quavering voice that did not sound like his own. "Get out of the way or I'll smash your face!" The Indian still blocked the passage. "Your time come now, Simon.

"No, no!" he cried; "I won't go with either of you. I am a poor old man. It was my brother who shot the soldier, and he is dead. Go away!" He burst into senile tears and cowered there, surely the most pitiful spectacle that fate ever made of a man. The memories of the past thronged around him like avenging demons. Suddenly I saw him turn his head and fix his eyes upon Leroux.