When the boy was quite close to him and to the house, Blakeney shifted his position and took the pipe out of his mouth.
"Up early, my son!" he said gruffly.
"Yes," said the pale-faced little creature; "I have a message to deliver at No.

9 Rue St.Germain l'Auxerrois.

It must be somewhere near here." "It is.

You can give me the message." "Oh, no, citizen!" said the lad, into whose pale, circled eyes a look of terror had quickly appeared.

"It is for one of the lodgers in No.9.