"Follow me, my lords of Spain," he cried.

"No friends of God and the Duke dare be idle this happy morn.
Follow, and I will show you wonders." He led them east to where a broader street ran to the river.
"Somewhere here lies Teligny," he croaked.

"Once he is dead the second head is lopped from the dragon of Babylon.

Oh that God would show us where Conde and Navarre are hid, for without them our task is incomplete." There was a great crowd about the door of one house, and into it the Jacobin fought his way with prayers and threats.

Some Huguenot--Teligny it might be--was cornered there, but in the narrow place only a few could join in the hunt, and the hunters, not to be impeded by the multitude, presently set a guard at the street door.