If he stood out, Isabella might succeed in tracing and rescuing him next day, but, on the other hand, there had always been the possibility that they might find means to lure her from her lodging and abduct her before she could succeed in doing so; and in the light of his recent discovery that was a risk that he was no longer prepared to take. Both for her safety and his own there could be no doubt that the wise thing to do would be to agree to surrender the letter, and so get out of the clutches of the Grand Orient as soon as he possibly could.
It took him no more than a few minutes to reach this new conclusion, and, having resigned himself to it, he endeavoured to keep himself warm by pacing the narrow limits of his cell until he was sent for.
At last the summons came, and he was led back to the vaulted cellar where, behind the long table, the nine black-robed, hooded men sat inscrutable, but for the occasional flash of their cold, malignant eyes. De Roubec was no longer present.
Without preamble, their Chief asked Roger his decision.
Without embroidering matters he gave it.
The silver bell tinkled. Five men entered the room. Four of them were big bullies wearing leather jerkins; the fifth was a little runt of a man with a cast in one eye. They closed round Roger and marched him out of the room in their midst. Outside in the corridor the little man drew a nine-inch stiletto from inside the wide cuff of his coat sleeve, and showing it to Roger, said in most atrocious but fluent French:
"My instructions are clear. I am to accompany you to your lodging and there you will hand me a despatch. Should you attempt to escape on the way, or cheat me when we get there, I am to stick you like a pig with this pretty toy. And do not imagine that I shall be caught after having done so. My men are well practised in covering my escape after such transactions. They have assisted me before, and there have been times when my prisoner has paid with his life for trying to be too clever."
Roger gave a dour nod of understanding and his eyes were then bandaged. He was led up a flight of steps and soon after felt the fresh morning air on his face. Next he was told to step up again and when he had done so was pushed down into the corner seat of a carriage. He could hear the others scrambling in after him, the door slammed and the carriage set off at a gentle trot. As far as he could judge their drive lasted about seven minutes, then the carriage halted and the bandage was removed from his eyes.
He saw that dawn had come but as yet only a few people were in the street or opening their shutters. They were in the via dei Fossi and the carriage had drawn up a few doors away from Pisani's; all five of his captors were crowded into it with him.
The little horror with the wall eye grinned at him and said: "Before we get out I should like to explain my method to you. Two of my men will accompany us inside and the other two will remain here. Should you be so ill advised as to try any tricks when we get upstairs I shall promptly deal with you as I promised. As is usual in the case of people who compel me to make them my victims you will give a scream of agony. The instant the men who are to remain below hear it, one of them will jump from the carriage and run down the street; the other will run after him shouting 'Stop Thief! Stop Thief!' The people in the del Sarte Inglesi will naturally run to their windows instead of to your room. Even should anyone come to your assistance the two men who are with us will prevent their laying hands upon me. I shall then walk quietly out of the house, and in the excitement of the street chase disappear without being noticed."
During the drive Roger had been turning over in his mind the chances of securing help swiftly if, directly he got inside Pisani's house, he turned upon his captors and shouted loudly for assistance. But he now had secretly to admit that, had he been in die little man's shoes, he could not have thought out such an undertaking with a better potential chance of getting clean away. Obviously it would be the height of rashness to play fast and loose with this professional assassin. With a shrug of his shoulders, he got out and, accompanied by three of his captors, walked along to the porch of del Sarte Inglesi.
The door was already open and a bald-headed, baize-aproned porter was busily sweeping down the steps. He wished Roger good morning with barely a glance, and entering the hall the prisoner and his escort went upstairs.
After Isabella had shown Roger her two brass-bound chests in Avignon he had given her the Queen's letter in order that she might keep it locked up in one of them for greater safety; so he now led his captors to her room and knocked upon the door.
Although at this early hour she would normally still have been asleep, her voice came at once, asking who was there; and on his replying he heard her gasp out an exclamation of thankfulness before calling to him to enter.
As he opened the door a crack he saw that she and Maria were both already up and fully dressed. Pushing it wide he walked into the room, followed by the little man and the two bravos.
At the sight of Roger, dirty, dishevelled and in such undesirable company, Isabella gave another gasp. Then, restraining an obvious impulse to run to him and fling her arms around his neck, she stammered:
"Where—where have you been? I—I beg you reassure me that no harm has befallen you."
He gave her a tired smile; then, wishing to say as little as possible in front of his unwelcome companions, replied: "I passed a somewhat uncomfortable night, but I am otherwise quite well. May I trouble you to give me the letter you wot of?"
She gave him a scared, uncertain glance, but on his adding: "Please, Senorita; I require it at once," she turned, knelt down beside her bed, pulled out one of the chests with Maria's help, and unlocked it.
Roger had purposely remained standing just inside the door, so that he and the men at his back were some distance from the bed; and he now saw with relief that as Isabella lifted the lid of the chest her body hid its contents from them, for he had feared that if they caught sight of the valuables inside it they might attempt to rob her.
Closing the chest and relocking it she stood up with the packet in her hands. Again her voice faltered as she said: "Are you—are you sure that you wish me to give this to you now?"
"Yes," he nodded, stepping forward and taking the packet from her. "I will explain later; but I have to give it to these people." Then he thrust it into the hand of the wall-eyed ghoul behind him.
The little man took a quick look at the big red seals bearing the arms of Queen Marie Antoinette, grinned at Roger, made a jerky bow to Isabella, and, signing to his men to leave the room, closed the door gently behind him.
"Oh, what has happened?" Isabella burst out, the second the door was shut. "Surely those evil-looking men were not in the service of the Grand Duke! Why did you make me surrender Her Majesty's letter to them?"
"I was forced to it," Roger replied with a weary shrug. "I have been held captive all right, and escaped with my life only on promising to give up the letter."
"No promise that is extracted under a threat is binding 1" she cried, vehemently. "Why, having succeeded in getting back here, did you not shout for help and put up a fight ?"