Guise's jewel will open the gates.
In an hour's time all Paris will be on our trail." "There is still that priest," said Champernoun doggedly.

He was breathing heavily, and his eyes were light and daring.

Like all his countrymen, he was slow to kindle but slower to cool.
"In an hour, if we linger here, we shall be at his mercy.

Let us head for the St.Antoine gate." The jewel made their way easy, for through that gate Henry of Guise himself had passed in the small hours.

"Half an hour ago," the lieutenant of the watch told them, "I opened to another party which bore the Duke's credentials.