"Where are you going to take me?" asked Tournay as he delivered up his weapon. Henriot glanced at his chief as if for instructions. "To the Luxembourg," was the order. Then, without looking at Tournay, Robespierre left the room. "May I send word to a friend at my lodgings?" Tournay asked of Henriot. "No," was the short rejoinder, "you must come with me on the instant." In the corridor stood de Lacheville. He smiled triumphantly as he saw Tournay pass out between the file of soldiers. "De Lacheville," said Tournay scornfully, "you have played the part of a fool as well as a coward. A few days and you also will be in prison." His guards hurried him on, and he could not hear de Lacheville's answer. At the doorway that led into the street stood La Liberté. "Out of the way, citizeness!" growled Henriot. "Out of the way yourself, Citizen Henriot," was the woman's reply, and she pushed through the soldiers until she stood at Tournay's elbow. "Come, citizeness, none of that; you cannot speak to the prisoner," growled Henriot a second time. "I was afraid of this," she whispered in Tournay's ear. "Will you take a message for me?" he asked in a quick whisper. "Yes." "Go to Gaillard, 15 Rue des Mathurins, wait until he comes. Tell him I am arrested. That is all." With a nod of intelligence, La Liberté left his side and disappeared in the darkness. CHAPTER XVII PIERRE AND JEAN As Gaillard stepped out from the theatre into a dark side street a hand fell upon his right shoulder. He looked around and saw a tall gendarme standing by his side. The prospect did not please him, so he turned to the left and saw another gendarme standing there. This one was short, and stout with a smile on his red face. Then Gaillard stopped. "Well, citizens of the police," he exclaimed, "I don't need any escort. I can find my way home alone." "Is your name Gaillard?" asked one. "I have every reason to believe so," was the reply. "Actor?" demanded the other. "Ah, there I am not so certain," he answered. "How? You do not know your own vocation?" "My friends say I am an actor, and my enemies dispute it. What is your opinion?" "I can say you are an actor, for I have seen you act," said the stout gendarme. "And a very good actor you were. You made me laugh heartily." "Then I shall count you among my friends!" exclaimed Gaillard. "And between friends now, what is it that you want of me?" "We are going to take you to the Luxembourg." "What for?" "I will read you the warrant," said the tall gendarme. "Come under the light of the lantern yonder." Gaillard accompanied the two police officers to the other side of the street. One of them took a large paper from his breast-pocket:-- "Warrant of arrest for the Citizen Gaillard, actor of the theatre of the Republic. Cause: Friend of the Suspect Tournay, and, therefore, to be apprehended."