I will write to Fouquier-Tinville, the public accuser.
We meet at the Jacobins to-night, Simon; there we will denounce the Convention itself; there we will rally round us the last friends of liberty and France." A shout was heard in the distance behind, "Vive la republique!" The tyrant's eye shot a vindictive gleam.

"The republic!--faugh! We did not destroy the throne of a thousand years for that canaille!" THE TRIAL, THE EXECUTION, OF THE VICTIMS IS ADVANCED A DAY! By the aid of the mysterious intelligence that had guided and animated him hitherto, Zanoni learned that his arts had been in vain.

He knew that Viola was safe, if she could but survive an hour the life of the tyrant.

He knew that Robespierre's hours were numbered; that the 10th of Thermidor, on which he had originally designed the execution of his last victims, would see himself at the scaffold.

Zanoni had toiled, had schemed for the fall of the Butcher and his reign.