I saw the prison register; her name written there has been like a burning brand on my heart ever since.

She was still in prison the day that you left Paris; to-morrow, to-night mayhap, they will try her, condemn her, torture her, and I dare not go to see you, for I would only be bringing spies to your door.

But will you come to me, Percy?
It should be safe in the hours of the night, and the concierge is devoted to me.

To-night at ten o'clock she will leave the porte-cochere unlatched.

If you find it so, and if on the ledge of the window immediately on your left as you enter you find a candle alight, and beside it a scrap of paper with your initials S.P.traced on it, then it will be quite safe for you to come up to my room.