hear the clamor. Could it be Notre Dame"
"No, that is Notre Dame just to the east. It must be near the Rue St. Honoré or the Rue St. Denis, if I remember the streets rightly."
They stood for some time and watched the magnificent flames in the black background of the night.
"Are you making plans there at the window?" said Irène, thrusting her head from behind the door that led into her room.
Both men turned.
"See what I have found—here," and she handed Monsieur a newspaper—the morning edition of the Moniteur—marked by the pressure of her finger in a lower corner of the page. "Read, Monsieur, read aloud!" she demanded, triumphantly.
Monsieur Le Blanc took the paper, and read:—
"'The body of the unknown person who led for a few hours with such brilliancy the straggling forces of the Swiss and Royal guards at the Louvre last Thursday was buried today. He was seen to fall
