I drove the Simons to their new lodgings--the man still suspects nothing--and there I helped them to unload the furniture--with the exception of the linen basket, of course.

After that I drove my laundry cart to a house I knew of and collected a number of linen baskets, which I had arranged should be in readiness for me.

Thus loaded up I left Paris by the Vincennes gate, and drove as far as Bagnolet, where there is no road except past the octroi, where the officials might have proved unpleasant.

So I lifted His Majesty out of the basket and we walked on hand in hand in the darkness and the rain until the poor little feet gave out.

Then the little fellow--who has been wonderfully plucky throughout, indeed, more a Capet than a Bourbon--snuggled up in my arms and went fast asleep, and--and--well, I think that's all, for here we are, you see." "But if Madame Simon had not been amenable to bribery ?" suggested Lord Tony after a moment's silence.
"Then I should have had to think of something else." "If during the removal of the furniture Heron had remained resolutely in the room ?" "Then, again, I should have had to think of something else; but remember that in life there is always one supreme moment when Chance--who is credited to have but one hair on her head--stands by you for a brief space of time; sometimes that space is infinitesimal--one minute, a few seconds--just the time to seize Chance by that one hair.