hour, and we were just sitting down when I was called out by what purported to be an important message from the Club.'
CHAPTER X
Free
Robespierre chatted continuously as the meal went on, and Harry asked himself in astonishment whether he was in a dream, and if this man before him, talking about his birds, his flowers, and his life before he came to Paris, could really be the dreaded Robespierre. After the meal was over his host said:
'As yet I am ignorant of the name of my preserver.'
'My name is Henry Sandwith,' Harry replied.
'It is not a French name,' Robespierre said in surprise.
'I am of English parentage,' Harry said quietly, 'but have been resident for some years in France. I was for some time in the service of the ci-devant Marquis de St. Caux; but since the break-up of his household I have been shifting for myself as best I could, living chiefly on the moneys I had earned in his service, and on the look-out for any employment that may offer.'
'England is our enemy,' Robespierre said, raising his voice angrily; 'the enemy of free institutions and liberty.'
'I know nothing about English politics,' Harry replied with a smile; 'nor indeed about any politics. I am but little past eighteen, and so that I can earn my living I do not ask whether my employer is a patriot or an aristocrat. It is quite trouble enough to earn one's living without bothering one's head about politics. If you can put me in the way of doing so I shall consider that I am well repaid for the little service I rendered you.'
'Assuredly I will do so,' Robespierre said. 'I am a poor man, you know. I do not put my hand into the public purse, and I and my sister live as frugally as we did when we first came to Paris from Arras. My only gains have been the hatred of the aristocrats and the love of the people. But though I have not money, I have influence, and I promise to use it on your behalf. Until I hear of something suitable you can, if you will, work here with me, and share what I possess. My correspondence is very heavy. I am overwhelmed with letters from the provinces begging me to inquire into grievances and redress wrongs. Can you read and write well?' For from Harry's words he supposed that he had held some menial post in the household of the Marquis de St. Caux.
'Yes, I can read and write fairly,' Harry said.
'And are you acquainted with the English tongue?'
'I know enough of it to read it,' Harry said. 'I spoke it when I was a child.'
'If you can read it that will do,' Robespierre said. 'There are English papers sent over, and I should like to hear for myself what this perfidious people say of us, and there are few here who can translate the language. Do you accept my proposal?'
'Willingly,' Harry said.
'Very well, then, come here at nine o'clock in the morning. But mind you are only filling the post of my secretary until I can find something better for you to do.'
'The post will be a better one some day, Monsieur Robespierre. Ere long you will be the greatest man in France, and the post of secretary will be one which may well be envied.'
'Ah, I see you know how to flatter,' Robespierre said with a smile, much gratified nevertheless with Harry's words. 'You must remember that I crave no dignities, that I care only for the welfare of France.'
'I know, monsieur, that you are called 'Robespierre the Incorruptible,'' Harry said; 'but, nevertheless, you belong to France, and France will assuredly see that some day you have such a reward as you richly merit.'
'There was no untruth in that,' Harry said to himself as he made his way down stairs. 'These human tigers will meet their doom when France comes to her senses. He is a strange contrast, this man; but I suppose that even the tiger is a domestic animal in his own family. His food almost choked me, and had I not known that Marie's fate depends upon my calmness, I should assuredly have broken out and told this dapper little demagogue my opinion of him. But this is glorious! What news I shall have to give the girls in the morning! If I cannot ensure Marie's freedom now I should be a bungler indeed. Had I had the planning of the events of this evening they could not have turned out better for us.'
It was the first time that Harry had called at Louise Moulin's as early as eight o'clock in the morning, and Jeanne leaped up as he entered.
'What is it, Harry? You bring us some news, don't you?'
'I do indeed, Jeanne; capital news. Whom do you think I had supper with last night?'
'Had supper with, Harry!' Jeanne repeated. 'What do you mean? How can I guess whom you had supper with?'
'I am sure you cannot guess, Jeanne, so I will not puzzle your brain. I had supper with Robespierre.'
'With Robespierre!' the two girls repeated in astonishment. 'You are not joking, Harry?' Jeanne went on. 'But no, you cannot be doing that; tell us how you came to have supper with Robespierre.'
'My dear Jeanne, I regard it as a special providence, as an answer from God to your prayers for Marie. I had the good fortune to save his life.'
'Oh, Harry,' Jeanne exclaimed, 'what happiness! Then Marie's life will be saved.'
'I think I can almost promise you that, Jeanne, though I do not know yet exactly how it's to be done. But such a piece of good fortune would never have been sent to me had it not been intended that we should save Marie. Now, sit down quietly, both of you, and you too, Louise, and let me tell you all about it, for I have to be with Robespierre again at nine o'clock.'
'Oh, that is fortunate indeed!' Jeanne exclaimed when he had finished. 'Surely he cannot refuse any request you may make now.'
'If he does, I must get it out of him somehow,' Harry said cheerfully. 'By fair means or foul I will get the order for her release.'
'But you don't think he can refuse, Harry?' Jeanne asked anxiously.
'I think he may refuse, Jeanne. He is proud of his integrity and incorruptibility, and I think it quite possible that he may refuse to grant Marie's release in return for a benefit done him personally. However, do not let that discourage you in the least. As I said, I will have the order by fair means or foul.'
At nine o'clock Harry presented himself in readiness for work, and found that his post would be no sinecure. The correspondence which he had to go through was enormous. Requests for favours, letters of congratulation on Robespierre's speeches and motions in the Assembly, reports of scores of provincial committees, denunciations of aristocrats, letters of blame because the work of rooting out the suspects did not proceed faster, entreaties from friends of prisoners. All these had to be sorted, read, and answered.
Robespierre was, Harry soon found, methodical in the extreme. He read every letter himself, and not only gave directions how they were to be answered, but read through the answers when written, and was most careful before he affixed his signature to any paper whatever. When it was time for him to leave for the Assembly he made a note in pencil on each letter how it should be answered, and directed Harry when he had finished them to leave them on the table for him on his return.
'I foresee that you will be of great value to me, Monsieur Sandwith,' he said, 'and I shall be able to recommend you for any office that may be vacant with a feeling of confidence that you will do justice to my recommendation; or if you would rather, as time goes on, attach your fortunes to mine, be assured that if I should rise to power your fortune will be made. When you have done these letters your time will be your own for the rest of the day. You know our meal hours, and I can only say that we are punctual to a second.'
When Harry had finished he strolled out. He saw that the task of getting an order for Marie's release would be more difficult than he had anticipated. He had hoped that by placing it with a batch of papers before Robespierre he would get him to sign it among others without reading it, but he now saw that this would be next to impossible. One thing afforded him grounds for satisfaction. Among the papers was a list of the prisoners to be brought up on the following day for trial. To this Robespierre added two names, and then signed it and sent it back to the prison. There was another list with the names of the prisoners to be executed on the following day, and this, Harry learned, was not sent in to the prison authorities until late in the evening, so that even they were ignorant until the last moment which of the prisoners were to be called for by the tumbrils next morning. Thus he would know when Marie was to go through the mockery of a trial, and would also know when her name was put on the fatal list for the guillotine. The first fact he might have been able to learn from his ally in the prison, but the second and most
