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Rh clothes. It was evident that the two had discussed him, and the motives of his presence there. “Have the dice proved fickle, my lord, and are you for the jewellers’ shops on the bridge to fill your purse again? If so, take my word, it were better to go three than one, and we’ll enlist.”

“Ay, we know shops on the bridge where you can plunge your arm elbow-deep in gold,” the cripple muttered, his eyes sparkling greedily. “There’s Baillet’s, noble sir! There’s a shop for you! And there’s the man’s shop who works for the King. He’s lame like me. And I know the way to all. Oh, it will be a merry night if they ring before the dawn. It must be near daybreak now. And what’s that?”

Ay, what was it? A score of voices called for silence; a breathless hush fell on the crowd. A moment the fiercest listened, with parted lips and starting eyes. Then, “It was the bell!” cried one, “let us out!” “It was not!” cried another. “It was a pistol shot!” “Anyhow let us out!” the crowd roared in chorus; “let us out!”  And they pressed in a furious mass towards the door, as if they would force it, signal or no signal.

But the pikemen stood fast, and the throng, checked in their first rush, turned on one another, and broke into wrangling and disputing; boasting, and calling Heaven and the saints to witness how thoroughly, how pitilessly, how remorselessly they would purge Paris of this leprosy when the signal did sound. Until again above the babel a man cried “Silence!” and again they listened. And this time, dulled by walls and distance, but unmistakable by the ears of fear or hate, the heavy note of a bell came to them on the hot night air. It was the boom, sullen and menacing, of the death signal.

The doorkeepers lowered their pikes, and with a wild rush, as of wolves swarming on their prey, the band