MORGAN.
Maison-Blanche, on the road from Macon to Lyons, Saturday, 9 P.M.
"Ha, the devil!" said Bonaparte; "a bold scamp!" Then he added, with a sigh: "What colonels and captains those men would make me!" "What are your orders, citizen First Consul ?" asked the minister of police.
"None; that concerns Roland.

His honor is at stake; and, as he is not killed, he will take his revenge." "Then the First Consul will take no further notice of the affair ?" "Not for the present, at any rate." Then, turning to his secretary, he added, "We have other fish to fry, haven't we, Bourrienne ?" Bourrienne nodded affirmatively.
"When does the First Consul wish to see me again ?" asked the minister.
"To-night, at ten o'clock.

We move out in eight days." "Where are you going ?" "To the Tuileries." Fouche gave a start of amazement.
"Against your opinion, I know," said the First Consul; "but I'll take the whole business on myself; you have only to obey." Fouche bowed, and prepared to leave the room.
"By the way!" exclaimed Bonaparte.
Fouche turned round.
"Don't forget to notify Madame de Montrevel that her son is safe and sound; that's the least you can do for citizen Morgan after the service he has rendered you." And he turned his back on the minister of police, who retired, biting his lips till the blood came..