character. [37] A man entered and closed the door behind him. "We have failed, father." "Only a weak man admits that, Monsieur Mercier. Where is Nicolas Pigou?" "At death's door. He is still unconscious, and the surgeon I got to him declares that half of his ribs at least must be broken." The priest did not speak, but by a gesture asked the reason of this catastrophe. "Our opportunity came when the stranger had passed through the arch of the great clock into the dark street beyond," said Mercier. "We had approached close behind him when he suddenly turned, coming into collision with us. We had planned to take him quickly, place him in a carriage which had followed us, and bring him here, but his unexpected action thwarted this. Pigou passed on, and to gain time I began to apologize. Then Pigou seized him from behind, and I immediately closed with the man. Pigou is strong, as you are aware, but he was a babe in the hands of this stranger, who, with a heave of his body threw him over his head into the roadway. I should have fared no better had I not slipped to the ground and, holding his legs, shouted 'Spy!' The street was alive in a minute; but I have bruises about me which will last for many a day to come." "And then?" said the priest quietly. "The crowd hustled him to the end of the street, and would have hanged him there, probably, but it seems they were met by a company of soldiers, and the stranger is now a prisoner in the castle." "You saw the soldiers take him?" [38] [38] "No; I heard that later," Mercier answered. "I slipped from the crowd, and went to look after poor Pigou. There might have been awkward questions asked had he been found in the street."
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