He was originally brought here by Citizen Brogard, who is good patriot enough." One by one the members of this bond of Fraternity began to file out of the Cheval Borgne.

They nodded curt good-nights to each other, and then went to their respective abodes, which surely could not be dignified with the name of home.
Tinville remained one of the last; he and Merlin seemed suddenly to have buried the hatchet, which a few hours ago had threatened to destroy one or the other of these whilom bosom friends.
Two or three of the most ardent of these ardent extremists had gathered round the Public Prosecutor, and Merlin, the framer of the Law of the Suspect.
"What say you, citizens ?" said Tinville at last quietly.

"That man Lenoir, meseems, is too eloquent--eh ?" "Dangerous," pronounced Merlin, whilst the others nodded approval.
"But his scheme is good," suggested one of the men.
"And we'll avail ourselves of it," assented Tinville, "but afterwards ..." He paused, and once more everyone nodded approval.
"Yes; he is dangerous.

We'll leave him in peace to-morrow, but afterwards ..." With a gentle hand Tinville caressed the tall double post, which stood in the centre of the room, and which was shaped like the guillotine.

An evil look was on his face: the grin of a death-dealing monster, savage and envious.