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318 : A SPY. student climbing to a balcony by means of a ladder. Belle- Rose had no time to disturb the thieves or the lover; he passed on. The spy followed him. As he reached the quay, Belle-Rose thought he heard walking a hundred steps be-— hind him; he turned back and saw nothing; at the end of the Pont St. Michel the same noise was renewed; this time Belle-Rose perceived a black shadow defiling along the parapet. ‘‘I. am being followed,’’ thought Belle-Rose. In order to assure himself of it, instead of going through the Rue de la Barillerie, he turned the corner of the Rue de la Calandre and stopped at that part which borders on the Rue de la Juiverie. Belle-Rose placed his hand upon the guard of his poniard, half opened his cloak so as to be ready in case of attack, and took his way toward the Pont Notre-Dame. ‘The spy had observed nothing, but in passing through the Rue de la Lanterne, which debouches on the quay, he perceived behind the windows of an ill-closed cabaret one of his comrades drinking. He entered and struck him upon the shoulder. ‘Hey! Gargonille,’’ he whispered to him, “‘I am on his track; run to Monsieur de Charny’s and awaken him.”’ “Our man is at Paris?’’ exclaimed Gargonille, rising. ‘‘Tam following him; from the road he takes, I do not doubt but what he is going to Monsieur de Pomereux’s; _ he will be there as in a mouse-trap. Run!”’ The two acolytes followed together to the Pont Notre-— Dame, at the end of which one took to the left and the other to the right. Belle-Rose, who was listening, heard the tramp of Gargonille who was moving away through the Rue Planche-Mibray, while the spy was advancing in the direction of the Place de 1’ Hotel-de-Ville. Belle-Rose, quite sure of his point this time, came to an immediate decision. He entered with a more rapid step into the Rue de ]’Epine, threw himself into the Rue de la Tixéran- derie and concealed himself in the shadow of a door which — formed the corner of the Rue des Coquilles. In spite of the light shed by the stars, this quarter, one of the mud- diest and blackest in Paris, was somber and lugubrious. The spy, who feared to lose track of Belle-Rose, hastened on and entered the Rue de la Tixéranderie at the moment when Belle-Rose stopped at the corner of the Rue des — Coquilles; he made some steps forward, but no longer hearing footsteps, stopped himself. Belle-Rose waited for 3 him, poniard in hand; some moments passed in this reciprocal immobility ; but the captain, who did not know © is. comicbooks coi ¥. a en v4 . ; ans . _ iw =.