CHAPTER 21: Escape.
"This is awful, Pierre," Philip said, as he hurriedly assumed the disguise the latter had prepared.
The clamour outside was indeed terrible.

The bell of Saint Germain l'Auxerrois was still sounding its signal, but mingled with it were a thousand sounds of combat and massacre, the battering of hammers and axes upon doors, the discharges of arquebuses and pistols, the shouts of men and the loud screams of women.
Pierre glanced out of the window.

With the soldiers were mingled a crowd from the slums of Paris; who, scenting carnage from the movements of the citizen troops, had waited in readiness to gather the spoil; and had arrived on the spot, as if by magic, as soon as the first signal of alarm told them that the work of slaughter had begun.
"Can we get out behind, think you, Pierre ?" Philip asked, as he joined him.
"I will see, sir.

One could scarce sally out, here, without being at once seized and questioned.

Doubtless a watch was placed in the rear, at first; but the soldiers would be likely to make off, to join in the massacre and get their share of plunder, as soon as the affair began.
"You will do, sir, as far as the dress goes; but you must smear your face and arms.