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is it true that they are taking up arms at the demiurge’s?” asked Arcade.
“It may be,” replied Zita, “that up there another Baron Everdingen is citing to arms.”
The guardian angel of young Maurice remained pensive for some moments. Then he murmured:
“Can it be that we are the sport of financiers?”
“Pooh!” said the beautiful archangel. “War is a business. It has always been a business.”
Then they discussed at length the means of executing their immense enterprise. Rejecting disdainfully the anarchistic proceedings of Prince Istar, they conceived a formidable and sudden invasion of the kingdom of Heaven by their enthusiastic and well-drilled troops.
Now Barattan, the innkeeper of La Jonchère, who had let the entertainment-hall to the rebellious angels, was in the employ of the secret police. In the reports he furnished to the Prefecture he denounced the members of this secret meeting as meditating an attack on a certain person whom they described as obtuse and cruel, and whom they called Alaballotte. The agent believed this to be a pseudonym denoting either the President of the Republic or the Republic itself. The conspirators had unanimously given voice to threats against Alaballotte, and one of them, a very dangerous individual, well-known in anarchist circles, who had already several convictions against him on
