One evening she did not return.  Armed with a letter for Bouvet de Lozier, she had arrived at the Rue Saint-Sauveur just as they were taking him to the Temple, and had been arrested with him.  Thus the circle was narrowing around Georges.  He was obliged to leave the Rue du Puits-de-l’Hermite in haste, for fear that torture would wring the secret of his asylum from Mme. Verdet.  But where could he go?  The house at Chaillot, the Hotel of the Cloche d’Or, the Rue Careme-Prenant were now known to the police.  Charles d’Hozier, on being consulted, showed him a retreat that he had kept for himself, which had been arranged for him by Mlle. Hisay, a poor deformed girl, who served the conspirators with tireless zeal, taking all sorts of disguises and vying in address and activity with Real’s men.  She had rented from a fruitseller named Lemoine, a little shop with a room above it, intending “to use it for some of her acquaintances.”

It was there that she conducted Georges on the night of February 17.  The next day two of his officers, Burban and Joyaut, joined him there, and all three lived at the woman Lemoine’s for twenty days.  They occupied the room above, leaving the shop untenanted save by Mlle. Hisay and a little girl of Lemoine’s, who kept watch there.  At night both of them went up to the room, and slept there, separated by a curtain from the beds occupied by Georges and his accomplices.  The fruiterer and her daughter were entirely ignorant of the standing of their guests, Mlle. Hisay having introduced them as three shop-keepers who were unfortunately obliged to hide from their creditors.

This incognito occasioned some rather amusing incidents.  One day Mme. Lemoine, on returning from market where the neighbours had been discussing the plot that was agitating all Paris, said to her tenants, “Goodness me!  You don’t know about it?  Why, they say that that miserable Georges would like to destroy us all; if I knew where he was, I’d soon have him caught.”

Another time the little girl brought news that Georges had left Paris disguised as an aide-de-camp of the First Consul.  Some days later, when Georges asked her what the latest news was, she answered, “They say the rascal has escaped in a coffin.”

“I should like to go out the same way,” hinted Burban.

However, the police had lost track of the conspirator.  It was generally supposed that he had passed the fortifications, when on the 8th of March, Petit, who had known Leridant, one of the Chouans, for a long time, saw him talking with a woman on the Boulevard Saint-Antoine.  He followed him, and a little further off, saw him go up to a man who struck him as bearing a great likeness to Joyaut, whose description had been posted on all the walls.