Bohain and Nestor Roqueplan expected Étienne Arago to breakfast at Gobillard's, in the place de la Bourse. As Arago left the _National_ on his way to the café he met Bohain's, servant looking for his master. "Ah! monsieur," said the worthy fellow, when he caught sight of Étienne, "do you know where my master is?" "He should be at Gobillard's," replied Étienne. "What do you want him for?" "I am sent by his brother-in-law, M. Lhuillier, to tell him I that the Duc de Chartres has been arrested at Montrouge." "Who had him arrested?" "M. Lhuillier--he is the mayor of the village. He wants to know what he should do with the prince." "Humph!" said a man sitting on the pavement, with a rifle between his legs, munching a piece of bread; "what he should do with him? We'll tell him what to do with him! ..." Then, rising--"Here, friends!" he cried out loudly, "the Duc de Chartres has been arrested at Montrouge. Those who would like to taste a bite of prince's flesh come with me!" "What did you say, my fine fellow?" exclaimed Étienne, laying a hand on the man's shoulder. "I said that they killed my brother and that I will myself go and kill the Duc de Chartres this very day!" There was no time to be lost. Étienne flew into the café. "Look here!" he said to Bohain, "your servant has made a fine mess of it!" "What has he done?" "He went and spread the news that the Duc de Chartres was a prisoner in the hands of your brother-in-law, and a score of rascals have started off to kill the prince." "The devil!" Nestor and Bohain exclaimed in a breath; "that must not be allowed." "What shall we do?" "Take upon yourself to lead them, put yourself at their head; keep them back as long as ever you can, and one of us will go and give General La Fayette warning of the danger the prince is in.... A man shall be sent off post-haste to M. Lhuillier, and the Duc de Chartres set at liberty before you and your men reach Montrouge." "Good!" said Étienne; "but do not lose any time!" Then, throwing himself at the head of a group of thirty men-- "To Montrouge!" cried Étienne Arago; "to Montrouge, my friends!" Each one took up the cry, "To Montrouge!" and they started for the Maine barrière, whilst Nestor Roqueplan--as far I can recollect it was Nestor--ran to the place de Grève. The Vaudeville lay on the route to the Maine barrière; they went across the Palais-Royal gardens, then crossed the square and threaded their way along the rue de Chartres. A scene-shifter was standing at the theatre door, Arago made a sign with his eyes for him to come up to him; the man understood and did so. Arago pretended to be receiving some confidence from the man. "Good! my friends," he said; "here is a fresh business. You don't know what I have just heard! He says there is a Royalist conspiracy to come and burn down the Vaudeville, and, as you are aware, the insurrection started from the Vaudeville: had we not better begin by searching the theatre first?"