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disgrace–this man whom so many people had feared for so long and whom it might not be wise to defy even now.
    ‘No offence meant, citizen Chauvelin,’ he added with an air of patronage which once more made the other wince. ‘I had no wish to wound your susceptibilities. I only desired to give you timely warning that what I do here is no one’s concern, and that I will brook interference and criticism from no man.’
    And Chauvelin, who in the past had oft with a nod sent a man to the guillotine, made no reply to this arrogant taunt. His small figure seemed to shrink still further within itself: and anon he passed his think, clawlike hand over his face as if to obliterate from its surface any expression which might war with the utter humility wherewith he now spoke.
    ‘Nor was there any offence meant on my part, citizen Martin-Roget,’ he said suavely. ‘Do we not both labour for the same end? The glory of the Republic and the destruction of her foes?’
    Martin-Roget gave a sigh of satisfaction. The battle had been won: he felt himself strong again–stronger than before through that very act of deference paid to him by the once all-powerful Chauvelin. Now he was quite prepared to be condescending and jovial once again:
    ‘Of course, of course,’ he said pleasantly, as he once more bent his tall figure to the fire. ‘We are both servants of the Republic, and I may yet help you to retrieve your past failures, citizen, by giving you an active part in the work I have in hand. And now,’ he added in a calm, business-like manner, the manner of a master addressing a servant who has been found at fault and is taken into favour again, ‘let me hear your news.’
    ‘I have made all the arrangements about the ship,’ said Chauvelin quietly.
    ‘Ah! that is good news indeed. What is she?’
    ‘She is a Dutch ship. Her master and crew are all Dutch…’
    ‘That’s a pity. A Danish master and crew would have been safer.’
    ‘I could not come across any Danish ship willing to take the risks,’ said Chauvelin dryly.
    ‘Well! And what about this Dutch ship then?’
    ‘She is called the Hollandia and is habitually engaged in the sugar trade: but her master does a lot of contraband–more that than fair trading, I imagine: anyway, he is willing for the sum you originally named to take every risk and incidentally to hold his tongue about the whole business.’
    ‘For two thousand francs?’
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘And he will run the Hollandia into Le Croisic?’
    ‘When you command.’
    ‘And there is suitable accommodation on board her for a lady and her woman?’
    ‘I don’t know what you call suitable,’ said Chauvelin with a sarcastic tone, which the other failed or was unwilling to note, ‘and I don’t know what you call a lady. The accommodation available on board the Hollandia will be sufficient for two men and two women.’
    ‘And her master’s name?’ queried Martin-Roget.
    ‘Some outlandish Dutch name,’ replied Chauvelin. ‘It is spelt K U Y P E R. The devil only knows how it is pronounced.’
    ‘Well! And does Captain K U Y P E R understand exactly what I want?’
    ‘He says he does. The Hollandia will put into Portishead on the last day of this month. You and your guests can get aboard her any day after that you choose. She will be there at your disposal, and can start within an hour of your getting aboard. Her master will have all his papers ready. He will have a cargo of West Indian sugar on board—destination Amsterdam, consignee Mynheer van Smeer–everything perfectly straight and square. French aristos, ιmigrιs on board on their way to join the army of the Princes. There will be on difficulty in England.’
    ‘And none in Le Croisic. The man is running no risks.’
    ‘He thinks he is. France does not make Dutch ships and Dutch crews exactly welcome just now, does she?’
    ‘Certainly not. But in Le Croisic and with citizen Adet on board…’
    ‘I thought that name was not to be