. St. Nicholas [serial] . We went then to theadjutants office. La-borde left me heard high Laborde calledme. I pushed past thesentry at the door, andentered. Doucet theadjutant was there;Laborde was there;a man in a generalsuniform was looked at him. Iknew him. What,General Malet! Isaid, you here! Whogave you leave to quitLa Force ? My faith,Philip ! He was one ofmy prisoners — Malet the republican, from the prison hospital. Oh,but he was mad! Fool! he hissed at me. Fool, yourself! said I. Here is some-thing wrong, gentlemen. This is an escapedprisoner. Arrest him,
. St. Nicholas [serial] . We went then to theadjutants office. La-borde left me heard high Laborde calledme. I pushed past thesentry at the door, andentered. Doucet theadjutant was there;Laborde was there;a man in a generalsuniform was looked at him. Iknew him. What,General Malet! Isaid, you here! Whogave you leave to quitLa Force ? My faith,Philip ! He was one ofmy prisoners — Malet the republican, from the prison hospital. Oh,but he was mad! Fool! he hissed at me. Fool, yourself! said I. Here is some-thing wrong, gentlemen. This is an escapedprisoner. Arrest him, and I will go for theMinister of Police. With that the runawaytried to pull his pistol. We jumped at him and pinned him down. An escaped lunatic ? askedDoucet the adjutant, as he sat on the fallengeneral. But the decree of the Senate? hewent on. Forged, Monsieur the Adjutant, Isaid ; it must be a forged decree. This Maletis a clever lunatic Laborde ran to the win- : - - . i \[ v . i * 1 [ 1 ■ ( 2 ^C-i-^m ..^y mv,. STAND BACK, SIRS. HE CRIED. THIS IS THE APARTMENT OF THE EMPRESS!(SEE PAGE 59O.) dow. A trick ! a trick ! he cried. The Em-peror is not dead. To your barracks, soldiers!You have been duped by a lunatic ! That isall there is to it. The plot is discovered. Thescare is over. Malet is in La Force, and I — You have saved France, Pierre, Philip cried,hugging the deputy doorkeeper in delight. 59° A BOY OF THE FIRST EMPIRE. [May, Well — perhaps. Thanks to little Made-moiselle Daunou — if she is Daunou, saidPierre. If Mademoiselle had not found thatbit of torn paper in the Street of St. Anthony, Ishould not have been on hand; I should nothave recognized Malet; he would have suc-ceeded, and — whew, though! what a tanglewe should have been in ! Philip felt proud of his friends. Mademoi-selle and Pierre had saved the Empire, and wonthe thanks of the Emperor. Long life to both of you! the page cried. Pierre, you will get your step. Pierre did get his step. For wh
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