He drew himself up to his full majestic height--a noble figure of a man with his fine heroic head and eagle-like glance of eye,--and he who had called himself Pasquin Leroy, suddenly held out his hand. “Let me see more of you, Sergius Thord!” he said,--“You are the very man for me! They say in this paper that you spoke to a great multitude outside the Cathedral this afternoon, and interfered with the religious procession; they also say you are the head of a Society called the Revolutionary Committee;--now let me work for you in some department of _that_ business!” “Let you work for me?” echoed Thord astonished--“But how?” “In this way--” replied the other--“I write Socialistic works,--and for this cause have been expelled from my native home and surroundings. I have a little money--and some influence,--and I will devote both to your Cause. Will you take me, and trust me?” Thord caught his extended hand, and looked at him with a kind of fierce intentness. “You mean it?” he said in thrilling tones--“You mean it positively and truly?” “Positively and truly!” said Leroy--“If you are working to remedy the frightful evils abounding in this wretched quarter of the poor, I will help you! If you are striving to destroy rank abuses, I ask nothing better than to employ my pen in your service. I will get work on the press here--I will do all I can to aid your purposes and carry out your intentions. I have no master, so am free to do as I like; and I will devote myself to your service so long as you think I can be of any use to you.” “Wait!” said Thord--“You must not be carried away by a sudden generous impulse, simply because you have witnessed one scene of the continual misery that is going on here daily. To belong to our Committee means much more than you at present realize, and involves an oath which you may not be willing to take! And what of the friends you spoke of?” “They will do what I do,” replied Leroy--“They share my fortunes--likewise my opinions;--and here they come,--so they can speak for themselves,” this, as two men emerged from a dark street on the left, and came full into the lamplight’s flare--“Axel Regor, Max Graub--come hither! Fortune has singularly favoured us to-night! Let me present to you my friend--” and he emphasized the word, “Sergius Thord!” Both men started ever so slightly as the introduction was performed, and Thord looked at them with fresh touches of suspicion here and there lurking in his mind. But he was brave; and having once proceeded in a given direction was not in the habit of turning back. He therefore saluted both the new-comers with grave courtesy. “I trust you!” he then said curtly to Leroy, “and I think you will not betray my trust. If you do, it will be the worse for you!” His lips parted in a slight sinister smile, and the two who were respectively called Axel Regor and Max Graub, exchanged anxious glances. But Leroy showed no sign of hesitation or alarm.