“Madame, let me assure you that even if I were prepared to play the coward’s part which you would assign to me, it is not in my power to do so at this moment.  Citizen Laporte came to this house under the escort of six picked men of his guard.  He has left these men stationed on the landing outside this door.”

Madame la Marquise gave a cry of terror, and once more that pathetic look of horror came into her face.  Milor took her hand and then pointed to the sick child.

“Madame,” he said, “M. le Vicomte is already slightly better.  Thanks to medical skill and a child’s vigorous hold on life, he will live.  The rest is in the hands of God.”

Already the heavy footsteps of Laporte were heard upon the creaking stairs.  Mme. la Marquise was forced to return to her hiding-place.

Soon after dawn he went.  M. le Vicomte was then visibly easier.  Laporte had all along paid no heed to me, but I noticed that once or twice during his long vigil by the sick-bed his dark eyes beneath their overhanging brows shot a quick suspicious look at the door behind which cowered Mme. la Marquise.  I had absolutely no doubt in my mind then that he knew quite well who his patient was.

He gave certain directions to milor—­there were certain fresh medicaments to be got during the day.  While he spoke there was a sinister glint in his eyes—­half cynical, wholly menacing—­as he looked up into the calm, impassive face of milor.

“It is essential for the welfare of the patient that these medicaments be got for him during the day,” he said dryly, “and the guard have orders to allow you to pass in and out.  But you need have no fear,” he added significantly, “I will leave an escort outside the house to accompany you on your way.”

He gave a mocking, cruel laugh, the meaning of which was unmistakable.  His well-drilled human bloodhounds would be on the track of the English spy, whenever the latter dared to venture out into the streets.

Mme. la Marquise and I were prisoners for the day.  We spent it in watching alternately beside M. le Vicomte.  But milor came and went as freely as if he had not been carrying his precious life in his hands every time that he ventured outside the house.

In the evening Laporte returned to see his patient, and again the following morning, and the next evening.  M. le Vicomte was making rapid progress towards recovery.

The third day in the morning Laporte pronounced his patient to be out of danger, but said that he would nevertheless come again to see him at the usual hour in the evening.  Directly he had gone, milor went out in order to bring in certain delicacies of which the invalid was now allowed to partake.  I persuaded Madame to lie down and have a couple of hours’ good sleep in the inner attic, while I stayed to watch over the child.

To my horror, hardly had I taken up my stand at the foot of the bed when Laporte returned; he muttered something as he entered about having left some important appliance behind, but I was quite convinced that he had been on the watch until milor was out of sight, and then slipped back in order to find me and Madame here alone.