You would be arrested, but they would not release him, and you would both be tried and convicted.

Let us, then, allow--I will not say justice, for that would be blasphemy--but these blood-thirsty men, who call themselves judges, to pursue their course, and attribute all that you have done to your father.

When the trial comes, you will prove his innocence, and produce alibis so incontestable, that they will be forced to acquit him.

And I understand the people of our country so well, that I am sure not one of them will reveal our stratagem." "And if we should not succeed," asked Maurice, gloomily, "what could I do then ?" The question was so terrible that the priest dared not respond to it.

He and Maurice were silent during the remainder of the drive.
They reached the city at last, and Maurice saw how wise the abbe had been in preventing him from assuming a disguise.
Armed with the most absolute power, the Duc de Sairmeuse and the Marquis de Courtornieu had closed all the gates of Montaignac save one.
Through this gate all who desired to leave or enter the city were obliged to pass, and two officers were stationed there to examine all comers and goers, to question them, and to take their name and residence.
At the name "d'Escorval," the two officers evinced such surprise that Maurice noticed it at once.
"Ah! you know what has become of my father!" he exclaimed.
"The Baron d'Escorval is a prisoner, Monsieur," replied one of the officers.
Although Maurice had expected this response, he turned pale.
"Is he wounded ?" he asked, eagerly.
"He has not a scratch.