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AN ACCOMMODATING JAILER. 89 “JT know the place,” said the jailer. ‘“ Why should I come there ?” “Twill make it worth your trouble,” said the lady. “ You would do well to come.” | “ Just as you think. I must go at once, if I go at all, I have no time 40 waste.” 3 “Go on, then. I will be with you soon.” An hour after, the jailer left the large house in the Rute Bartolemy, with a smiling and determined visage. Whatever’ the reasons for calling him there might have been, it was evident.that they accorded with his own views. He managed to make an errand to the cell of Despard shortly afler, and while busy in looking at the fastetings of his fetters, whispered : “ Observe what I drop upon the bed.” Tt was a small key, exactly like the «.- 3 he wis fitting irito the fetters. Despard covered it with his hand and managed to slip it into his pocket. : “ Very good,” said the jailer. “ Now observe that nothing can be done. until I give you a signal which you will undeér- stand when it comes. By the way, you have a lady working for you.” | | ss “ Marie D Arigny ?” | “No. I know her very well.. It is a lady who lives in the Rue Bartolemy., She said your life was dearer to ler than her own.’ “Conrad,” said Despard, “an I going mad?’ What woman is there in «l the world, beside Marie, Who cares for me? She must be mistdken in bet man, Justin.” | “No, She gave your name in full. I dm to meet her outside the walls to-night and arrange a little plan. | Be tran- quil. We may do something for, you yét,” Tf IT had a weapon.” — “ You shall have one. | 1 must Teavé you now.” When he was gone, a new hope sprting up in the besoms of the'two men. But, Despatd could not understand: Who tliis lady of the Rue ‘Bartolemy could be. et brain in vain. To be sure, he had ‘befriended many o | Wornan by his knowledge of médicirie, but this one'the described as @ “ lady.” Who could tr bat” sige comicbooks.c©