if a button was missing or a strap awry, and incidentally read the soul of the man before him. At once, he ordered this man and that to open his knapsack; one piercing glance sufficed to see in it and through it. He had a musket examined here and there, and in a flash he knew if everything was as it should be. The inspection was rapid, but nothing escaped the magic eyes of the Emperor. All was in order, and in consequence, Jove smiled.
Cartouche saw that the Emperor would pass within a few yards of him, and he stood, erect and rigid, at "attention," waiting for the lightning glance to find him, and, just as he expected, the Emperor's eye swept over the waiting crowd, rested a moment on him, recognized him instantly, and as Cartouche made a slight gesture of entreaty, nodded to him. Five minutes after, a smart young aide stepped up, and motioning to Cartouche, walked toward the palace; Cartouche followed.
He did not know how he got into a small room on the ground floor, which communicated with the Emperor's cabinet. He was hot and cold and red and pale, but said to himself: "Never mind, as soon as I see the Emperor I shall feel as cool and
