"They are going from there to the Bicetre." Harry with difficulty repressed his desire to slay the urchin, and hurried away to reach the prison of Bicetre before the band from the Abbaye arrived there.

Unfortunately he came down by a side street upon them when they were within a few hundred yards of the prison.
His great hope was that he might succeed in penetrating with the Marseillais and find the marquise, and aid her in making her way through the mob in the disguise he had purchased.
But here, as at the other prisons, there was a method in the work of murder.

The agents of the Commune took possession of the hall at the entrance and permitted none to pass farther into the prison, the warders and officials bringing down the prisoners in batches, and so handing them over for slaughter.

In vain Harry tried to penetrate into the inner part of the prison.

He was roughly repulsed by the men guarding the door; and at last, finding that nothing could be done, he forced his way out again into the open air, and hurrying away for some distance, threw himself on the ground and burst into a passion of tears.
After a time he rose and made his way back to the house where he had left Victor de Gisons.