"And this?" said the Abbé John, indicating the dead man--"what are we to do with this?" The face of the Professor of Eloquence cleared. "Luckily we are in a place where such accidents can easily be accounted for. In a twinkle I will summon the servitors. They will find League emblems and holy crosses all about him, candles burning at his head and feet. The fight still rumbles without. It is but one more good Guisard gone to his account, whom I brought hither out of my love for the Cause, and that the Sorbonne might not be compromised." Almost for the first time the student looked at his master with admiration. "Your love for the Cause----" he said. "Why, all the world knows that you alone voted against the resolution of the assembled Sorbonne that it was lawful to depose a king who refused to do his duty in persecuting heretics!" "I have repented," said the Professor of Eloquence--"deeply and sorely repented. Surely, even in the theology of the Sorbonne, there is place for repentance?" "Place indeed," answered the young man boldly, "but the time is, perhaps, a little ill-chosen." However the Professor of Eloquence went on without heeding him. "And in so far as this girl's goodwill is concerned, let that be your part of the work. Her father, though a heretic, must be interred as a son of the Church. It is the only course which will explain a dead man among the themes in my robing-room. He has been in rebellion against the King--but there is none to say against which king! It does not need great wisdom to know that in Paris to-day, and especially in the Sorbonne, to die fighting against the Lord's Anointed, and for the Duke of Guise, is to receive the saint's aureole without ever a devil's advocate to say you nay!" "It is well known," commented the youth, "that you were ever of the King's party--a Politique! It was even spoken of in the Council of the Sixteen." "Do you go seek your cousin, sirrah," said the Professor of Eloquence, "and with her be very politic indeed!" The Abbé John accepted the duty indicated with brisk alertness. "Mind you, no love-making," said Dr. Anatole. "That would be not only misplaced, but also exceedingly ill-suited to your ecclesiastical pretensions." "Hear me before we go farther," cried the Abbé John; "I am a good Leaguer and a good Catholic, but I will not have it said that I am a churchman just because my uncle is!" The Professor paid no heed. Instead, he went to a corner cupboard of ornate Spanish mahogany carved into dragons and gargoyles, and from it he took the medal of the League, the portraits of the Duke of Guise and of the King of Spain. Then, tying a white armlet of Alençon lace about the dead man's wrist, he bade the Abbé John summon the servants. The Abbé John stood opened-mouthed watching the preparations. "I had always thought----" he began.