Despard, the Spy: Or, The Fall of Montreal — page 78: what you’re looking at

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no one but.your master. Pause not, turn not to the tight dand nor ” the left, follow po one else, and it ahall be well with you.” Claude entered the mysterious door. As his hand touched it, be saw the heavy ogk swing back upon its hinges to admit him, and then close as noiselessly as before. The hall in which he stood was very dark, and to his surprise and terror @ cold, clammy band was laid upon his wrist.and drew him forward, He began to wish hel had not: been so officious in fol- lowing his master. “ What do you want?” he muttered. “Speak not,” said a low’but terribly savage voice. “ Your life is in peril. Hearme. Within this house, I charge you, as you value life and happiness, epeak not, but obey.” Claude was trembling like an uspen leat’; but there was no retreat for him now. ° He liad nething’to do but to follow his leader, whoever it might be. He was led through Jong pas- sages of the dark house, fearing each moment. ta receive a ‘~ dagger in his heart, until he came*suddenly. to.a place where a light streamed through an opening in the wall. “Look,” suid his conductor. “Your master is here. Watch him through this opening.” Satisfied that he was not to be injured, Claude set aboa. his. cuty with new zest. He looked through the opening, Dujardin was pacing up and down the narrow room, ap- parently waiting for some one, and at the same time undecided what course te take. His face looked gloomy under the Jamps. He had been unsuccessful in all his attempts lately. | Some one had met and foiled him at every turn, A hidden influence, whose he could not divine, had been at work, That day he bad received a note, couched im these words ; “If Mariot Dujardin would know why he has. been so uafortunete of Jate, let him come to the Rue Bartolemy, near the rjver. The house will be shown him when he reaches the street.” Tossed about by doubts and fears, Dujardin. followed even these vague directions, and had been admitted. . The room in which he sat was a beautiful one—-f, very mirdcle af. taste, The carpets were.so soft, that the feet eunk CoOmicoookSscom