as it grows dusk. Have a care that no one sees you deliver it. Lock the
parlour door when you go, and take the key. I am not yet back from
Rome." With that Wogan remembered that he had not slept for forty-eight
hours. Within two minutes he was between the sheets; within five he was
asleep.




CHAPTER III


Wogan waked up in the dark and was seized with a fear that he had slept
too long. He jumped out of bed and pushed open the door of his parlour.
There was a lighted lamp in the room, and Marnier was quietly laying his
master's supper.

"At what hour?" asked Wogan.

"Ten o'clock, monsieur, at the little postern in the garden wall."

"And the time now?"

"Nine."

Wogan dressed with some ceremony, supped, and at eight minutes to ten
slipped down the stairs and out of doors. He had crushed his hat down
upon his forehead and he carried his handkerchief at his face. But the
streets were dark and few people were abroad. At a little distance to
his left he saw above the housetops a glow of light in the air which