Despard, the Spy: Or, The Fall of Montreal — page 71: what you’re looking at

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& PAID AGENT. 60 . ‘I have heard of him.” Nonsense. He is a friend of yours. I am one of his agents, He must have told you before this,” “ Your name ?” “ Claude .Tollisson,” “ The valet of Mariot Dujardin »” “ Oui, monsieur,” said the valet. “ Very good. You are on the list of our a 4 ‘agents. What have you to impart? Speak,.and let your words be tw. the point,” “They shall be. A guard has been sent to seize the man known as Anselmo, the student. If you have any interest. in him, give him warging. Have I dune well to tell. you ?” id “Excellent. You could not have done better. Away with you, and watch your master like a lynx. I will —- Anselmo shall not be taken.” The moment Claude turned away, the deformed one started on a run, showing an agility which no one would haye believed possible in a man of his form. Away through the dark streets, through alleys where the water stood. in stagnant pools, he never slackened his headlong speed until he saw. be- . fore him the house of Anselmo. Annette came to the:door in auswer to his rap and he passed in. When the guard came to capture Anselmo, he was not to be found... The old servant could not tell where he lad gone, ; or at what hour he would return, There was nothing for it. but to wait, so they ordered the servant up stairs, and took pos- session of the Jower part of the house. It was-not yet day, and the room in which the soldiers gat ‘ooked gloomy enough under the waning light of the single taper the servant. gave them. The soldiers, stout-hearted fel- lows enough, in their way, could endure most things. in cam-, paigning, but the gloomy old :house siruck a chill into their very marrow. : “ They say.the old place is. haunted, e said one. “ Ghosts. flit to and fro in the night. Kaspar says he saw the devil Bit- ting on the sidge-pole one night, grinning at the moon.” “It might, well, be true,” said another. “ A curse upon. . the.old crib: . You know me, Pierre, don’t you? — Parblen! “171 3 CoOmicbooOoks (CO