The man will be there at my bidding, 'tis for you to see that he does not escape this time." This letter he sent by special courier which the National Convention had placed at his disposal in case of emergency.

Having sealed it and entrusted it to the man, Chauvelin felt at peace with the world and with himself.

Although he was not so sure of success as he would have wished, he yet could not see _how_ failure could possibly come about: and the only regret which he felt to-night, when he finally in the early dawn sought a few hours' troubled rest, was that that momentous fourth day was still so very far distant..