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FAIR RESCUERS.
Like the calm of the heavens when pregnant with thunder was the calm of that crowd.

And as brief it was; for scarce had I taken a dozen steps when my ears were assailed by a rumble of angry voices and a rush of feet.

One glance over my shoulder, one second's hesitation whether I should stay and beard them, then the thought of Andrea de Mancini and of what would befall him did this canaille vent its wrath upon me decided my course and sent me hotfoot down the Rue Monarque.

Howling and bellowing that rabble followed in my wake, stumbling over one another in their indecent haste to reach me.
But I was fleet of foot, and behind me there was that that would lend wings to the most deliberate, so that when I turned into the open space before the Hotel Vendome I had set a good fifty yards betwixt myself and the foremost of my hunters.
A coach was passing at that moment.