moment to elapse before he was on the trail of the Dictator.

That gentleman's fury carried him forward at a brisk pace, and he

was so completely occupied in his angry thoughts that he never so

much as cast a look behind him till he reached his own door.

His house stood high up in the Rue Lepic, commanding a view of all

Paris and enjoying the pure air of the heights. It was two storeys

high, with green blinds and shutters; and all the windows looking

on the street were hermetically closed. Tops of trees showed over