"You'd better arrange some place of safety in case we have to leave Babillon's and can't get from the city."
"You'll be safe enough where you are, if what they say is true, that the Governor thinks you are all still in the maison and means to keep you there."
"You'll lose no time?"
"Am I a burgher?" and with this last growl he went away, while Pascal, with a laugh, hurried to Babillon's, and reported how matters had gone, and that there was nothing to do but to wait.
When a chance offered he spoke to Lucette alone.
"I have said nothing yet, but I am not quite easy about that officer, Lucette. He was very curious about—Madame Burgher; do you think he can have recognized you? Does he know you well?"
"Is it M. Burgher questioning now?" she asked, with a glance.
"No. We've dropped that; and we're waiting to see what next. Just now it's some one a good deal in earnest."
"Yes, he used to know me very well."
"Is he another of them?" He could not resist the jest, and she laughed back with a toss of the head.
"I don't of course understand that. I won't, I mean."
"Do you think he can have sent any one after you to make sure you were Madame Burgher?"
"Do you think so?" She was serious now. "I don't know."
"How did you get rid of the horses?"
"M. Gerard did that."
"I must speak to him then. A very little slip may have very big results to-day." He called Gerard aside and told him his doubts.
"I took the horses back to where you hired them. I dared not leave them standing here. I passed a couple of soldiers, but they took no notice of me; and of course I made sure that no one followed me here."
