The light of ferocity had entirely gone from his eyes; momentarily the whole expression of the face was one of satisfied greed.
"Well!" he said at last when he had assured himself that the number of notes was quite correct, and he had transferred the bundle of crisp papers into an inner pocket of his coat--"well, what about your friend ?" "I knew him years ago," rejoined de Batz coolly; "he is a kinsman of citizen St.Just.I know that he is one of the confederates of the Scarlet Pimpernel." "Where does he lodge ?" "That is for you to find out.

I saw him at the theatre, and afterwards in the green-room; he was making himself agreeable to the citizeness Lange.

I heard him ask for leave to call on her to-morrow at four o'clock.

You know where she lodges, of course!" He watched Heron while the latter scribbled a few words on a scrap of paper, then he quietly rose to go.

He took up his cloak and once again wrapped it round his shoulders.