The Times Wars Series by Simon Hawke 
Time Wars #1: The Ivanhoe Gambit 
Time Wars #2: The Timekeeper Conspiracy 
Time Wars #3: The Pimpernel Plot 
Time Wars #4: The Zenda Vendetta (Coming August, 1999) 
Time Wars #5: The Nautilus Sanction (Coming September, 1999) 
Time Wars #6: The Khyber Connection (Coming October, 1999) 
Time Wars #7: The Argonaut Affair (Coming November, 1999) 
Time Wars #8: The Dracula Caper (Coming December, 1999) 
Time Wars #9: The Lilliput Legion (Coming January, 2000) 
Time Wars #10: The Hellfire Rebellion (Coming February, 2000) 
Time Wars #11: The Cleopatra Crisis (Coming March, 2000) 
Time Wars #12: The Six-Gun Solution (Coming April, 2000) 


Time Wars #3: 
The 
Pimpernel 
Plot 
by Simon Hawke 


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Table of Contents 
CHAPTER PAGE 
An End to War 
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Prologue 
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An End to War 
On April 1, 2425, Dr. Wolfgang Amadeus Mensinger, professor 
emeritus at Heinlein University on Dyson One, discovered 
time travel. Already hailed as the greatest scientist of his time 
for his formulation of the Unified Field Theory at the age of 
eighty-five, Mensinger had been in disfavor with the scientific 
community for thirty years as a result of steadfastly maintaining 
that time travel or, as he preferred to call it, temporal translocation, 



was theoretically possible. When he made the announcement 
on his one hundred and fifteenth birthday, he 
promptly became the darling of the media. Had anyone else 
come forth with such a theory, he would have been just another 
mild and amusing curiosity, but when the man who had 
relegated Einstein to the league of the also-rans made such a 
pronouncement, people listened. 
Access to the media had never been a problem for Dr. 
Mensinger. He was a garrulous, highly articulate, and charming 
man with an empathy for the nonscientific mind, which 
resulted in his being able to explain complex ideas in a manner 
that the layman could easily understand. He also understood 
what, traditionally, most scientists did not, that scientific 
research was to a large degree a game of politics. 
Initially, his theory was received with great excitement by 
the media and the masses, while his colleagues in the scientific 
community reacted with a degree of skepticism that bordered 
on derision. Most of them felt that the venerable Dr. 
Mensinger had already done his best work and that in reaching 
for a still greater achievement, he had overextended himself 
and irresponsibly turned to cheap sensationalism. The 
media, always anxious for an entertaining confrontation, provided 
countless opportunities for his critics to attack him, which 


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attacks were made more feasible by the simple expedient of 
Dr. Mensingers lacking any proof to back up his assertions. 
Furious at the treatment accorded him by the media and his 
peers, Mensinger went into semiseclusion at the university on 
Dyson, where the administration was more than happy to provide 
some limited funding for his research in exchange for 
having the famous Dr. Mensinger as a lecturer on its faculty. 
Professor Mensinger married the daughter of the dean and 
settled into the academic life, all the while driving himself with 
superhuman energy to complete his research. As time wore 
on and results failed to appear, his budget was steadily whittled 
away and his health began to decline. He began to grow derelict 
in his academic responsibilities and the only reason he 
was kept on was the value of his name and his relationship to 
the dean. His fellow professors liked him, but they looked on 
him with pity as a tragic case of burnout. Then, in his hundred 
and fifty-second year, he developed the first working model of 
the chronoplate. 
When Mensinger died, fifteen years after he made time travel 
a reality, his work was continued by his son, Albrecht. Unfortunately, 
by this time, Albrecht was only able to refine his 
fathers work. He no longer had control of the discovery. The 
politicians had stepped in. 
On June 15, 2460, the Committee for Temporal Intelligence 
was formed. Agents of the committee, after careful training 
and conditioning, began to travel back through time for the 
purpose of conducting further research and testing of the apparatus. 
In the beginning, many of these agents were lost in 
transit trapped forever in a temporal limbo some government 
official had nicknamed the dead zone, but those who returned 
came back with often startling information. Historical 
records had to be revised. Some legends turned out to have 
been fact. Some facts turned out to have been legends. His 


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torical events that previously lacked documentation were verified. 
Other events were brought to light. The Theory of Genesis 
was refuted and there followed a revolution in the Church, 
which culminated in a radical proposal made by Cardinal 
Consorti that agents be sent back through time to determine if 
Christ actually arose after his crucifixion. A restraining order 
was placed on the Committee for Temporal Intelligence to 
prevent them from attempting such a thing and Cardinal 
Consorti was excommunicated 
On January 25, 2492, in a historic meeting which became 
known as the Council of Nations, taking place in the capital of 
the United Socialist States of South America, a proposal for an 
end to war in our time was put forth by the chairman of the 
Nippon Conglomerate Empire. Though Dr. Albrecht 
Mensinger, invited to the council as a guest of honor, argued 
passionately against the resolution, it was passed by an overwhelming 
majority when he was unable to offer conclusive 
proof that the past could be affected by actions taken by time 
travelers from the present. The past, argued the members of 
the scientific community invited to the conference, cannot be 
changed. It had already happened. It was absolute. 
On December 24, 2492, the Referee Corps was formed, 
brought into existence by the Council of Nations as an 
extranational arbitrating body with all power to stage and resolve 
the proposed temporal conflicts. On the recommendation 
of the newly created Referee Corps, a subordinate body 
named the Observer Corps was created, taking over many of 
the functions of the Committee for Temporal Intelligence, 
which became the Temporal Intelligence Agency. The TIA 
absorbed the intelligence agencies of most of the worlds governments 
and was made directly responsible to the Referee 
Corps. Within the next ten years, temporal confrontation actions, 
presided over by the Referee Corps, began to be staged. 
The media dubbed them the Time Wars. 


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In September of 2514, Albrecht Mensinger published the 
work that was to establish him as an even greater genius than 
his father. The conclusions he had reached were also to result 
in his eventual total nervous collapse a few years later. These 
conclusions, which resulted in the hastily reconvened Council 
of Nations and the Temporal SALT Talks of 2515, were published 
as Mensingers Theories of Temporal Relativity. They 
were as follows: 
The Theory of Temporal Inertia. The current of the 
timestream tends to resist the disruptive influence of temporal 
discontinuities. The degree of this resistance is dependent 
upon the coefficient of the magnitude of the disruption and 
the Uncertainty Principle. 
The Principle of Temporal Uncertainty. The element of uncertainty 
expressed as a coefficient of temporal inertia represents 
the X factor in temporal continuity. Absolute determination 
of the degree of deviation from the original, undisrupted 
scenario is rendered impossible by the lack of total accuracy 
in historical documentation and research (see Heisenbergs 
Principle of Uncertainty) and by the presence of historical 
anomalies as a result either of temporal discontinuities or adjustments 
thereof. 
The Fate Factor. In the event of a disruption of a magnitude 
sufficient to affect temporal inertia and create a discontinuity, 



the Fate Factor, working as a coefficient of temporal inertia, 
and the element of uncertainty both already present and 
brought about by the disruption, determine the degree of relative 
continuity to which the timestream can be restored, contingent 
upon the effects of the disruption and its adjustment. 
The Timestream Split. In the event of a disruption of a magnitude 
sufficient to overcome temporal inertia, the effects of 
the Fate Factor would be canceled out by the overwhelming 
influence of the resulting discontinuity. The displaced energy 
of temporal inertia would create a parallel timeline in which 


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the Uncertainty Principle would be the chief governing factor. 
Mensinger appeared once again before the Council of Nations 
and he formally submitted his publication, along with its 
supporting research and conclusions, to the world leaders. 
Once again he argued passionately, this time for the immediate 
cessation of the Time Wars. This time, they listened. Resolutions 
were made, voted on, and passed. However, the one 
resolution Mensinger most wanted to see passed was tabled 
due to the lack of agreement among the members of the council. 
Mensinger left the meeting in despair, a broken man. The 
Time Wars continued. 


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The Pimpernel Plot 
Prologue 
The city square was utterly silent as the crowd waited in 
tense, almost reverential anticipation. The only sounds that 
broke the stillness were the praying of the man atop the wooden 
platform, the sobbing of his wife at the bottom of the steps, 
and the squeaking of the pulley as the blade was slowly raised. 
The mans prayer was rudely interrupted as he was seized and 
forced down to his knees, his head jammed into position. The 
lever was tripped, there was a brief scraping sound as the blade 
descended swiftly and then a duller sound, not unlike that of 
an axe sinking into wood. The mans head fell into the wicker 
basket and the crowd roared its approval. 
Joseph Ignace Guillotins device, proposed in the Assembly 
by the venerable physician as a merciful method of execution, 
had not been in use for more than a few months, but its 
blade had already been thoroughly tempered in the blood of 
the victims of the Revolution. The mob had stormed the 
Tuileries and the Swiss Guards, who had been ordered to cease 
firing by the king, were massacred. Louis XVI was held prisoner 
with his family in the old house of the Knights Templars 
and the provisional government was in the hands of Georges 
Jacques Danton of the Cordeliers. Marie Joseph Paul Yves Roch 
Gilbert du Motier, the Marquis de Lafayette, whose Declaration 
of the Rights of Man had been hailed and accepted by the 
National Assembly as the embodiment of the principles of 
[[Liberte, Fraternite, Egalite,]] had been branded a traitor 
and had fled for his life to Austria. The bloody September Massacres, 
in which over one thousand aristocrats would be sacrificed 
on the altar of the new regime, were underway. The 
rest of Europe would be deeply shocked at the events in Paris, 
at Versailles, in Lyons, Rheims, Meaux, and Orleans; however, 
they were just a prelude to the excesses of the Jacobins under 



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Robespierres Reign of Terror. 
With glazed eyes, Alex Corderro watched the mans decapitated 
body being dragged off the guillotine. The executioner 
paused only long enough to give the blade a quick wipe with a 
red-stained rag before he motioned for the next victim to be 
brought up. The dead mans wife was frogmarched up the steps. 
She was incapable of standing and had to be held up for the 
crowds inspection. Once again, the mob fell into an eerie silence. 
A hungry silence. The woman swayed unsteadily and, 
for a moment, her eyes came into focus. She saw her husbands 
head being dumped out of the wicker basket and she doubled 
over, vomiting upon the wooden platform. It was all Alex could 
do to keep himself from doing likewise. He had thought that 
he would be prepared for this, but it was nothing like what he 
had imagined. This was a far cry from Sidney Cartons romantic 
last hurrah in Dickenss A Tale of Two Cities. This was wholesale 
slaughter and Alex Corderro could not bear to watch it 
any longer. The squeaking of the pulley was like fingernails 
scraping on a blackboard and it made him shiver. It would 
have been, he thought, a far, far better thing had he stayed 
home where he belonged, in the 27th century, where such 
things were only to be read about in books and gleaned from 
information retrieval systems, where their graphic reality did 
not intrude upon the senses with all the power of a butchers 
maul. 
Alex was a private in the Temporal Corps. This was his first 
hitch to be served in Minus Time. Frances army, the most efficient 
and progressive fighting force in all of Europe at the 
Revolutions start, was in a sad state of decay. The purchase of 
commissions had been abolished and most of the officers, 
members of the now-despised aristocratic class, had fled the 
country. The Assembly was anxious to rebuild the army, since 
war seemed imminent, and a nationwide call for volunteers 
went out, which call would soon be replaced by an order for 


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the conscription of all single men between the ages of 18 and 


40. This order was to provide, in a few short years, a mightyarmy for 
Napoleon. Alex was a double volunteer. He had volunteered 
for enlistment in the 27th century and, after training 
and implant education, he had been clocked out to the late 
1700s, to volunteer again for service in the Revolutionary Army. 
It had been determined by the Referee Corps that this would 
be the most effective way to infiltrate soldiers of the Temporal 
Corps into the French Army, for service in the War of the First 
Coalition. 
Alex didnt know why he was going to be fighting, why he 
was about to be placed into the front ranks of the war against 
Austria and Prussia. Soldiers were never told such things. He 
knew only that two major powers in the 27th century had submitted 
yet another grievance to the extranational Referee Corps 
for arbitration and that temporal units from both sides had 
been clocked out to the past to fight a war on paper on a 
battleground of history. To those who determined the outcome, 
it would be a war on paper. To the Referees, Alex would be 
just another factor in the point spread. For Alex, it would be a 
very real war; a war in which the odds of his survival would be 
very, very low. It was something he had considered when he 
had enlisted, but at the time he had dismissed the possibility 

of his being killed as quite unlikely. After all, he was a modern 
man, demonstrably superior to these primitives. He had 
thought that it would be a grand adventure. Now he found 
that he no longer felt that way. 
Paris was not the romantic place he had imagined it to be. 
He had seen the violence in the streets; he had watched aristocrats 
being wheeled to the guillotine in parades of tumbrels 
as the citoyens and citoyennes ran alongside the carts, jeering 
at the condemned and pelting them with refuse. He had seen 
the blade descend over and over and he had watched the old 
knitting women, the tricotteuses, trying to clamber up onto the 


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platform to get locks of hair from the decapitated heads as 
souvenirs. He had seen the children jump up and down and 
clap their hands with glee as the wicker baskets reaped their 
grisly harvest. He had seen too much. 
Feeling numb, he turned away and began to push through 
the mob, receiving not a few shoves in return as people angrily 
repulsed him for blocking their view of the proceedings. 
Alex heard the dull sound of the blade severing the womans 
head and cringed, redoubling his efforts to fight his way free 
of the crowd. He fought his way clear, stumbling away from 
the Place de la Rvolution to wander aimlessly through the 
city streets in a state of shock. War was something he could 
handle. This callous, systematic killing, on the other hand, this 
chopping off of heads methodically, like the slicing of so many 
stalks of celery, was more than he could take. It brought back 
an image from his survival training, a graphic image of his 
drill instructor showing the boots how to kill a chicken by biting 
down upon its neck and giving a slight twist, the head coming 
off the chicken and still being held in the drill instructors 
teeth as he tossed the wildly flapping, thrashing body of the 
bird into their midst, spattering them with blood and causing 
several of the boots to faint. As he swayed through the streets 
of Paris like a drunkard, Corderro imagined the executioner 
biting off the heads of the aristocrats and dumping their bodies 
off the platform and into the crowd until the streets were 
choked with headless corpses lurching wildly about, knocking 
into walls and splashing citizens with blood. 
He lost track of time. It was growing late and only the increasing 
flow of people past him told him that the gory festivities 
had ended for the day and that the mass exodus from the 
square had begun. The entertainment was not yet finished for 
the day however. There was still more sport ahead, perhaps 
not as dramatic, but equally significant for the participants. 
He was caught up in the current of the crowd and carried to 


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the West Barricade, like a paper ship floating in a river. There, 
the portly Sergeant Bibot of the Revolutionary Army conducted 
the evenings entertainment. 
Each afternoon and evening, just before the gates closed for 
the night, a parade of market carts lined up to leave the city, 
bound for farms in the outlying districts. Each afternoon and 
evening, desperate aristocrats who had fled their homes to go 
into hiding in some corner of the city tried to steal out of Paris 
in order to escape the wrath of the Republic. Seeking to evade 
the clutches of the Committee of Public Safety and the bloodthirsty 
public prosecutor, Citoyen Fouquier-Tinville, they tried 



to sneak out past alert soldiers such as Sergeant Bibot and flee 
the country to find safe haven in England, Austria, or Prussia. 
Their pathetic ruses seldom worked. Though they tried to disguise 
themselves as beggars, merchants, farmers, men dressing 
up as women and women dressing up as men, their lack of 
experience in such subterfuges invariably resulted in their 
apprehension. They were arrested and marched off to confinement, 
to await their appearance before the public prosecutor, 
which without exception was followed by a humiliating 
ride through the streets of Paris in the two-wheeled tumbrels 
and a short walk up a flight of wooden steps into the 
waiting arms of Madame la Guillotine. To the once-proud aristocrats 
who tried to sneak out through the city gates, it was a 
final, desperate gamble. To the citizens of the Republic who 
thronged to the barricades to watch their efforts, it was a delightful 
game. 
Sergeant Bibot was a favorite of the crowd. He had a macabre 
sense of theatre, which he applied with great panache to 
his duties at the city gate. Keenly observant and well familiar 
with the faces of many aristocrats, Bibot was proud of the fact 
that he had personally sent over fifty Royalists to the guillotine. 
He basked in the attention of the onlookers, playing to 
his audience as he conducted his inspections prior to passing 


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people through the gate. He was a showman with a sadistic 
sense of humor. If he spotted a disguised aristo, he would draw 
the process out, teasing his victim, allowing him to think that 
he would be passed through before dashing all his hopes in a 
flamboyant unmasking. The crowd loved every bit of it Sometimes, 
if he was in an especially playful mood, Sergeant Bibot 
would actually pass an aristo through the gate, giving him a 
short head start before sending some of his men to catch him 
and bring him back, dragged kicking and screaming through 
the city gate and to his doom. On such occasions, the crowd 
would always cheer him and he could climb up on his 
ever-present empty cask of wine, remove his hat, and take a 
bow. 
Each night, after the gates were closed, Sergeant Bibot would 
remain to smoke his clay pipe and drink the wine that his admirers 
brought him as he regaled them with anecdotes concerning 
his illustrious career. He was particularly fond of telling 
them the story of the day that Citizen Danton had personally 
come to watch him discharge his duties. He had unmasked 
six ci-devant aristocrats that day and the Minister of Justice 
had personally commended him for the zeal with which he 
served the people. 
Corderro found himself propelled along by the crowd until 
he was standing by the West Barricade, where a sizable throng 
had already gathered to watch Sergeant Bibot put on his show. 
A large and heavy man with a florid face and bristling moustaches, 
Bibot was squeezed into his ill-fitting uniform like ten 
pounds of flour packed into a five-pound sack. A long line of 
carts and pedestrians was already cued up, held back by Bibots 
men until such time as the audience was built up to a suitable 
size. There was a great feeling of camaraderie and anticipation 
in the air as Sergeant Bibot strutted to his post taking time 
to pause so that he could exchange pleasantries with some of 
his regular observers, be slapped upon the back and, he hoped, 



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admired by the young women m the crowd, whom he greeted 
with exaggerated winks and blown kisses. Corderro thought 
that he was going to be sick. He felt all wound up inside and 
his skin was clammy. He looked down at his hands and saw 
that they were shaking. 
Sergeant Bibot began to have the people brought up, one at 
a time, so that he could examine them and pass them through. 
The people in the crowd called out encouragement and suggestions. 
There, that one! That beard looks false! Give it a good, hard 
yank, Sergeant Bibot! 
Why dont you come here and yank it, you miserable son of 
a Royalist bootlicker! shouted the owner of the beard, a burly 
farmer. 
Ill do more than yank your phony beard, you bastard! 
yelled the first man as he ran forward and tried to climb up on 
the cart, only to be pulled away at the last minute by Bibots 
soldiers. 
Peace, Citizen! cried Sergeant Bibot, melodramatically 
holding up his hand. All will be settled momentarily! Turning 
to the farmer, Sergeant Bibot smiled pleasantly, wished 
him a good day and asked him to excuse the zeal of the good 
citizen who was only anxious that ci-devant aristocrats be 
brought to justice. Purely as a matter of form, said Sergeant 
Bibot, would you consent to showing me your hands? 
The farmer grunted and held out his hands, turning them 
from palms down to palms up. 
Merci, said Sergeant Bibot. These are the roughened, calloused 
hands of a working man, he said to the crowd. No 
aristo would have hands such as these. And the beard appears 
to be quite genuine, he added for good measure. A fine, luxuriant 
growth it is, to boot! 
He clapped the grinning farmer on the back and passed him 
through as the crowd applauded. The process continued as 


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Bibot intently examined everyone who sought egress through 
the gate, making a show of it and striving to entertain those he 
examined as well as the people in the crowd. 
A large and-heavy wagon filled with wine casks came up 
next and Bibot made a great show of opening each cask and 
checking to see if anyone was concealed inside. His examination 
revealed no concealed aristocrats and Bibot passed the 
wagon through. Several others he allowed to pass with only 
the most cursory inspection, as the drivers were known to him 
having regularly passed through his gate twice a day on their 
way to and from the city. An undercurrent of hostility swept 
through the crowd as an elegant coach drew up and stopped 
at Sergeant Bibots post. 
Surely, no aristocrat would be so great a fool as to attempt 
leaving Paris so conspicuously. Several of the people in the 
crowd, close enough to see inside the coach, recognized one 
of its occupants and word soon spread throughout the mob 
that this was no person worthy of derision, but the very beautiful 
and famous Marguerite St. Just, that celebrated actress of 
the Comedie Francaise, whose brother, Armand St. Just, was a 
leading figure of the Revolution and a member of the Committee 
of Public Safety. 
Citoyenne St. Just had recently caused a bit of a scandal when 
she married that wealthy English baronet, Sir Percy Blakeney, 



thus becoming Lady Blakeney, but no one could accuse her of 
being an aristocrat, much less a Royalist. The popular actress 
was well known as an ardent Republican and a believer in 
equality of birth. Inequality of fortune, she was fond of saying, 
is merely an untoward accident. The only inequality I 
recognize and will admit to is inequality of talent. As a result 
of this belief, her charming salon in the Rue Richelieu had 
been reserved for originality and intellect, for wit and brilliance. 
She had entertained members of the theatrical profession, 
well-known writers and famous philosophes, and the oc 


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casional foreign dignitary, which was how she had met Sir 
Percy Blakeney. 
It came as quite a shock to those within her circle when she 
married Blakeney. They all thought that he was quite beneath 
her, intellectually speaking. A prominent figure in fashionable 
European society, he was the son of the late Sir Algernon 
Blakeney, whose wife had succumbed to imbecility. The elder 
Blakeney took his stricken wife abroad and there his son was 
raised and educated. When Algernon Blakeney died, shortly 
following the death of his wife, Percy inherited a considerable 
fortune, which allowed him to travel abroad extensively before 
returning to his native England. He had cultivated his 
tastes for fashion and the finer, more expensive things in life. 
A pleasant fellow with a sophomoric sense of humor, Blakeney 
was a fashion plate and a bon vivant, but he made no pretense 
to being an intellectual. It would have been ludicrous, since 
he was hopelessly dull and generally thought to be a fool. He 
was totally enraptured with his wife and seemed perfectly content 
with remaining in the background and basking in her glow. 
Marguerites friends were all at a loss to understand why she 
had married him, unless his slavish devotion pleased her. 
However, though Marguerite St. Just might have been found 
wanting in her abilities to select a fitting husband, she could 
not be faulted for her politics. While the sight of Blakeney at 
the window of the coach provoked some unfavorable comments 
and some jeers, the appearance of his wife beside him 
was greeted with a scattering of applause. 
I say there, Blakeney said in perfect, if accented, French, 
what seems to be the difficulty, Sergeant? Why this tedious 
delay? 
Bibot appraised him with obvious distaste. The man was both 
rich and English, which were two counts against him from 
the start, but when he saw the well-known actress, his manner 
changed and he removed his hat and gave a little bow. 


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Your pardon, Citoyenne, said Bibot, totally ignoring 
Blakeney, but everyone must be passed through one at a time, 
so that I may prevent the escape of any aristocratic enemies of 
the Republic. 
Aristocratic enemies? said Blakeney. Good Lord! Does this 
mean that we are to be detained? 
Bibot glanced at Blakeney the way a fastidious cook might 
look upon a cockroach discovered in her kitchen. Your wife, 
monsieur, is a well-known friend of the Republic and you, 
though an aristocrat, are obviously English, which assures your 
safety, at least for the time being. 
Oh, well, thank the Lord for that, said Blakeney, fluttering 



a lace handkerchief before his nose. Then we shall be allowed 
to pass? 
 I see no reason why you should not be 
At that moment, a captain came galloping up to Sergeant 
Bibot, scattering all those in his way. His slightly skittish horse 
caused Bibot to back off some steps to stand before the 
Blakeneys coach. 
Has a cart gone through? the captain demanded. 
I have passed through several carts, Bibot began. 
A cart  a wagon  Loaded with wine casks. 
Bibot frowned. Yes, there was one, driven by an old wine 
merchant and his son. But I examined each and every cask 
and 
You fool! cried the captain. You checked the empty wine 
casks, but did you examine the wagon itself? 
Why, no said Bibot, nervously. 
Idiot! That wagon concealed the Duc de Chalis and his children! 
Theyve managed to escape, thanks to you! 
I say there, Sergeant, Sir Percy said, stepping down from 
the coach, are we to be allowed to pass or 
How long ago did they go through? the captain said 
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Then there may yet be time to stop them! If they escape, 
Sergeant, you shall pay for this with your head! You had best 
pray that I can catch them! 
No, thought Corderro, not children! They cant guillotine 
innocent children! Forgetting his strict orders not to interfere, 
Corderro leaped out in front of the horse just as the captain 
set spurs to the animals flanks. Eyes rolling, the horse reared 
and threw the captain, who knocked Blakeney to the ground 
as he fell. Corderro smashed a hard right into Sergeant Bibots 
face and at the same time wrenched the sergeants pistol from 
his waistband. He spun around, but the fallen captain had 
managed to get his own pistol out. Still, Corderro was quicker 
and he fired first, sending a ball into the captains chest. The 
captain fired as well, but instead of shooting Corderro, the ball 
went through the coach and struck Lady Blakeney. 
The shots frightened the horses and they bolted. Corderro 
leaped up on the sideboard of the coach and the runaway 
horses hurtled through the city gate. Bibots men raised their 
muskets and fired at the coach, hitting Corderro several times. 
He managed to get the door of the coach open and threw himself 
inside, where he collapsed onto the floor of the coach and 
lost consciousness. 
The crowd at the gate had panicked at the shots and they 
scattered, fleeing in all directions. The army captain lay dead 
in the middle of the street with a bullet through his heart. 
Clutching at his chest and coughing, Blakeney stumbled weakly 
through the gate in a vain attempt to follow his coach. He 
managed about one hundred yards before he sank down to 
his knees at the side of the road, retching blood. The hooves of 
the captains rearing horse had crushed his chest and with 
every step, his splintered ribs hastened the inevitable. Blakeney 
spoke his wifes name and collapsed into a ditch. His eyes 
glazed over. The Scarlet Pimpernel was dead. 


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Biologically, Andre Cross was in her mid-twenties. If her age 
were to be reckoned chronologically, however, she would be 
well over fourteen hundred years old. She would grow older 
still, now that she had been given antiagathic drug treatments. 
Given all of this, it was difficult for her to accept the fact that 
by the standards of the 27th century, she was still little more 
than an adolescent. 
If asked, she gave her biological age, which was twenty-six. 
To do otherwise meant getting into complicated explanations. 
It would mean revealing that she had been born in the 12th 
century to a couple of Basque farmers who had died when she 
was still a child. It would have meant explaining that she and 
her little brother, Marcel, had gone out alone into the world to 
become itinerant thieves, surviving as best they could, which 
meant that they were almost always starving. She would have 
had to explain that she had learned to pass as a young boy 
because, as vulnerable as young boys on their own could be 
young girls were even more so. If all that did not already strain 
credulity, there was the matter of their having been befriended 
by an aging, addle-brained knight errant who had taken them 
both on as squires so that he would not be alone and so that 
they could care for him. In return, he had trained them in the 
arts of knighthood (for he had never suspected that Andre was 
a female). While Marcel was a bit too delicate of frame and 
disposition to be very good in the skills of chivalry, Andre had 
excelled at them. She was possessed of an indefatigable drive 
and under the doting guidance of the senile knight, she had 
transformed her young and coltish body into a 
well-coordinated, broad-shouldered, muscular physique. Nature 
had not endowed her with a voluptuous figure. She was 
slim-hipped and small-breasted. A life of hardship and physi 


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cal toil had given her the sort of shape that was not traditionally 
associated with feminine beauty. She was wiry and unnaturally 
strong, which had made it easier for her to carry on 
her male masquerade into an age when most awkward girls 
began to develop into graceful women. When the old knight 
died, she took his armor and, swathing her small breasts in 
cloth, she assumed the role of a young free companion, a 
mercenary knight. She took the invented name of Andre de la 
Croix and eventually found service with Prince John of Anjou 
at a time when he plotted to seize his brother Richards throne. 
She found herself involved with time travelers from the far 
future, although she had not known it then, nor would she 
have understood it if she had. She knew nothing of time travel 
and she was ignorant of the Time Wars, a highly dangerous 
method of settling conflicts in the future by sending soldiers 
back through time to do battle within the confines of armed 
struggles of the past. Her first knowledge of such things came 
from a deserter from the Temporal Corps named Hunter, a 
man with a stolen chronoplate who helped her to avenge her 
brothers murder and then took her ahead through time to the 
Paris of the 17th century. There, ironically, she once again 
became involved with the machinations of people from the 
27th century, this time taking a more active part in their activities 
on what they called the Minus Side. If not for her, 
two soldiers named Lucas Priest and Finn Delaney might have 



died. They repaid her by granting her request and taking her 
with them to the time from which they came. 
Even explaining that much to people would have meant 
omitting many details and inviting further questions, so Andre 
Cross (for that was her name now and, indeed, she could no 
longer recall the name she had been born with) did not bother 
with any explanations. A small handful of people knew her 
true history. As far as everyone else was concerned, she was 
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enlisted in the Temporal Corps and been assigned to Lt. Col. 
Forresters elite First Division, better known as the Time Commandos. 
When she had first arrived at Pendleton Base, at the Temporal 
Departure Station, she had been completely overwhelmed 
with future shock. She had understood literally nothing of what 
she had seen and had been badly frightened, in spite of warnings 
from Priest and Delaney to expect a world of seemingly 
inexplicable miracles. Now that she was returning to Temporal 
Army Command Headquarters, she still possessed an unbridled 
fascination with the new world in which she found 
herself, but it was no longer an awesome mystery to her. 
Since her arrival in the 27th century, she had been in the 
hands of specialists, being prepared for her new life at the 
Temporal Army Medical Complex in Colorado Springs. Firstly, 
and most importantly, it had been necessary to determine 
whether or not her temporal transplantation would have an 
adverse effect upon the course of history. The first part of this 
question had been settled when it was discovered that, due to 
an injury sustained in combat at some time in her past, she 
would be unable to bear children. The second part took a little 
longer, but exhaustive research and the correlation of findings 
made by members of the Observer Corps on the Minus 
Side satisfied the investigators that Andres removal from her 
natural time would not constitute a threat to temporal continuity. 
That opened her way to a new life as a soldier in the 
Temporal Corps. However, it had been only the first step. 
It had been necessary for her to receive immunization treatments, 
followed by the carefully administered program of 
antiagathic drug therapy that would extend her lifespan far 
beyond what she had believed to be possible. That was followed 
by a long series of tests designed to establish a psychological 
profile for her, after which she underwent surgery to 
receive the cybernetic implants that would enable her to func 


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tion as a temporal soldier and allow her to be implant-educated 
to compensate for the knowledge she lacked as a result of her 
primitive origins. They had viewed her as a blank slate and 
the programming had progressed in slow and carefully controlled 
stages, during which she was assiduously monitored 
to make certain that at no point was there any danger of sensory 
or cerebral overload. 
After the long process had been completed, she had emerged 
as a full-fledged citizen of the 27th century, computer-programmed 
to take her place in the modern world and trained 
to assume her new role as a private in the First Division. She 
had the lowest rank of any soldier in that vaunted cadre, but 
she had already participated in one of the most important missions 
in the history of the unit. While she had still been back 



in 17th-century Paris, she had worked with Finn Delaney and 
Lucas Priest, as well as agents of the TIA, to help foil a terrorist 
plot against the Referee Corps. As a result of her performance, 
Forrester had personally invited her to join his unit 
and to be trained to work alongside Priest and Delaney. 
As she rode the lift tube up to First Division Headquarters in 
the Temporal Army Corps HQ building at Pendleton Base, she 
was looking forward to seeing Priest and Delaney once again. 
When she had completed her training and preparations at the 
Colorado Springs facility, she had contacted the First Division 
administrative offices, requesting that Priest and Delaney get 
in touch with her as soon as they were able. Shortly thereafter, 
as soon as they had clocked in from an assignment, she 
received a message from them. 
Private Cross is herewith ordered to report to the First Division 
lounge, TAC-HQ building, on 1 January 2614 at 2100 
hours. Congratulations are in order. Major Lucas Pnest and 
Staff Sergeant Finn Delaney, First Division, TAC. 
She smiled when she saw them waiting for her at a table by 
the huge window that comprised the outer wall of the First 


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Division lounge. It was at the very same table that she sat with 
them when she first met Colonel Forrester and had her first 
taste of a drink called Scotch. It had helped to numb her senses 
somewhat as she gazed out that window and saw the shuttles 
floating by like great steel birds while, far below, soldiers 
massed down in the atrium, looking like insects from the great 
height at which she gazed at them. 
Priest and Delaney saw her coming and they rose to their 
feet to greet her. Andre saw that there was a sort of centerpiece 
upon the table consisting of a medieval broadsword 
crossed with a 17th-century rapier. Above the juncture of the 
two swords, in a little velvet-lined box, was a golden division 
insignia, a stylized number one bisecting a horizontal figure 
eight, the symbol of infinity. 
She marched up to the table, snapped to attention, and gave 
them both a sharp salute. Lucas grinned, picked up the insignia, 
and pinned it to the collar of her green transit fatigues. 
Both men then stood to attention, returned her salute, and then 
each of them gave her a most unmilitary kiss. 
Though the kisses were affectionate in nature, rather than 
passionate, she was nevertheless taken by surprise. 
Whats wrong? said Lucas, seeing her expression. 
Nothing, she said, smiling, except thats the first time either 
of you have ever kissed me. In fact, that was the first time 
Ive been kissed since I was just a child. 
Well, dont let it go to your head, said Finn, both of us can 
do much better. How are you, Andre? 
Well, thank you, though I still have a great deal to get used 
to. It hasnt yet ceased to feel strange to come across things 
that I have absolutely no experience of and suddenly discover 
that I know all about them. 
It probably never will cease to feel strange, said Lucas. 
Its something all of us experience at one time or another. 
Believe it or not, youll grow accustomed to it. Its what sol 


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diers call subknowledge. Youll learn to live with it. In fact, 
you wouldnt survive for very long without it. None of us 



would. 
Youve come through with flying colors, Finn said. I spoke 
to that officer who was in charge of your case 
Colonel Hendersen, she said. 
Yes, thats the one. He said he was damned sorry to have to 
let you go. Youre the most radical case of temporal relocation 
in the history of the corps. He said that weve had people relocated 
further back in time before, on the Minus Side, but evidently 
no ones ever been displaced and permanently assigned 
to Plus Time. He was bending over backwards trying to get 
you reassigned to his unit. 
He wasnt the only one, said Andre. The recruiters wanted 
to get their hands on me, as well. Evidently, as an example of 
the type of woman that soldiers could expect to meet on the 
Minus side, Id be a good inducement for enlistment. She 
laughed. Never mind that it would be misleading, I found the 
whole thing extremely funny. Women are certainly treated far 
better in this time than in the one I came from, but I suppose 
that some things will never change. The recruiting officer practically 
turned himself inside out trying to get me to sign some 
papers and he was quite upset when I told him that anything I 
did would have to be cleared through Col. Forrester first. By 
the way, where is the old man? I was hoping hed be here. 
Lucas grinned. Just make sure you never call him the old 
man to his face! He wanted to be here, but he couldnt make 
it. Something came up and he was called upstairs, which means 
that either Delaneys up on charges again or theres a good 
chance were going out soon. 
Does that mean that I will be included? Andre said. 
Finn flicked her collar up with a finger, the side with the 
division insignia on it. That makes it official, he said. Meanwhile, 
theres still a part of your education thats been sadly 


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neglected. 
Andre frowned. But I was assured that my programming 
was quite complete, she said. 
All except for one thing, said Finn, and thats something 
implant education cant take care of. Now that youre a soldier, 
youre going to have to learn to drink like one. 
Are you implying that Im deficient in that department? 
she said with a smile. 
Well, lets say that you have yet to prove that you are not, 
said Finn, chuckling. 
That sounds like a challenge. 
Finn grinned. Name your poison, he said. 
Andre looked at him with amusement. She knew that 
Delaney was a prodigious drinker, but she also recalled that 
there was one drink in particular, preferred by Col. Forrester, 
that Delaney truly loathed. She hadnt tried it, but she recalled 
Delaney saying that it took a deathwish and a cast-iron stomach 
to be able to stand it. 
Red Eye, she said. 
Delaney looked aghast. Oh, no! 
Lucas burst out laughing. Ten chits says she drinks you 
under the table, he said. 
Okay, youre on, Delaney said. Only lets make it more 
interesting. If you want to collect, youre going to have to match 
us drink for drink. 
I think that I can make it still more interesting, said Andre. 



Its been years since Ive had a man and the last one left a 
great deal to be desired. Well all go drink for drink and if one 
of you wins, Ill take him to bed. 
The two men raised their eyebrows and exchanged glances. 
But suppose you win? said Lucas. Unlikely a possibility 
though that may be, he added. 
Andre smiled. Then the two of you will pool your resources 
and purchase me the services of a Class 1 male courtesan. 


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A Class 1. Where in hell did you learn about that? Delaney 
said. Theyre putting that kind of stuff in the programming? 
My therapist at Colorado Springs seemed to think that Id 
been sexually deprived, said Andre. She suggested that as a 
solution. The idea of a male whore intrigued me greatly and I 
told her that I would consider it. She said to ask for a Class 1, 
since they possessed the greatest level of skills. 
Do you have any idea how much something like that would 
cost? said Finn. It takes years to achieve a Class l rating. 
Well, you did say that you wanted to make the wager interesting, 
she said. 
Of course, you realize that by bringing a Class 1 licensed 
courtesan into the wager, youre placing a not inconsiderable 
value on yourself? said Lucas, with a hint of amusement. 
She replied with a straight face. I always have, she said. 
Lucas chuckled. Very well, Im game. What about you Finn? 
Im still trying to decide if I can afford it, said Delaney. A 
major makes a great deal more than a noncom. 
So who asked you to get busted so many goddamn times? 
said Lucas. Ill tell you what: if Andre wins Ill advance you 
whatever youre short, at the usual rate of interest. How about 
it? 
This could get very expensive, said Delaney. 
Of course, if you think youll lose . . . said Andre 
All right, I accept, said Finn. But on one condition. I name 
the time and place. When I collect, I want both of us to be cold 
sober. 
Finn and Lucas staggered into the briefing room, both of 
them terribly hung over. Delaneys eyes looked like a map of 
the citys transit system. Priest was afraid that he had destroyed 
his stomach lining. They found Andre already in the briefing 
room, drinking black coffee and looking remarkably invigorated 
and refreshed. She glanced up at them and smiled 


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sweetly. 
Well? she said. Have I learned to drink like a soldier or 
do I still require practice? 
Thats the last time I ever make a bet with you, said Finn 
slowly-lowering himself into a chair and signaling the orderly 
for a cup of coffee. Lucas sank into a chair on her other side. 
I still cant believe she was sober enough to collect last 
night, he said. He looked at Andre and shook his head, sadly. 
Considering how much it must have cost, I hope you were at 
least clearheaded enough to remember the experience! 
Oh, it was quite memorable, she said, lightly. It was fortunate 
for me that there was a female officer in the lounge last 
night who could assist me in making the selection. I explained 
our wager to her and she was delighted to help out. She examined 
your credit discs and programmed the credit transfer, then 



guided me in making a wise choice. I must say, I found it all 
absolutely fascinating. However, I had no idea that these courtesans 
were paid by the hour. It must be an extremely lucrative 
profession. 
Finn shut his eyes. How long did you keep him? 
Oh, all night, of course. 
Delaney put his head into his hands and moaned. 
Ten-tion! called out the orderly as Col. Forrester entered 
the briefing room. Andre leapt to her feet and snapped to a 
smart attention. Lucas took considerably longer to rise and 
Delaney didnt even bother, remaining slumped over in his 
chair with his head in his hands. 
The massively built Forrester removed his cap from his bald 
head and looked them over, his craggy, wrinkled features contorting 
into a grimace of wry distaste. 
As you were, he said, dryly. Andre and Lucas sat back down. 
Corporal Fleming, said Forrester. 
Yes, sir, I know, said the orderly. He already had the 
hypogun prepared. Delaney winced as the corporal pressed 


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the gun against his neck and injected the adrenergen soldiers 
had nicknamed nitro directly into his carotid artery. 
Christ! Finn shouted as the nitro hammered into his 
brain. He jerked violently in his chair. His eyes rolled and he 
shivered as if with St. Vituss Dance. 
The orderly approached Lucas with the hypogun, but 
Forrester stopped him, saying, Thats all right, Corporal 
Fleming. As long as he can stand up on his own, hes sober 
enough for me. Just bring the major some more coffee. 
Yes, sir. The corporal looked disappointed. 
Delaney? Forrester said. 
Sir! 
I swear, I think youre starting to like that stuff. Do you 
think we can proceed now? 
Fuck, yes! 
A simple yes, sir would have been sufficient. 
Yes, sir! 
Sit down and shut up, Delaney. And try not to shake like a 
monkey on a stick. Its most distracting. 
Delaney sat back down, holding the arms of his chair with a 
death grip. He tried to control the flow of energy, but he still 
continued to vibrate like an epileptic. 
Forrester glanced at Andre and smiled. Glad youve joined 
us, Private Cross. Congratulations. 
Thank you, sir. 
Think youre ready for a mission? 
Yes, sir. 
Good, Im glad to hear it. This one should provide a decent 
shakedown for you. I shouldnt think youd have much trouble, 
after the Timekeeper affair. This one should be quite simple 
compared to that. 
Ill do my very best, sir. 
Fob nodded. Priest, you all right? 
Just a bit hung over, sir. 


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That must have been some celebration last night, said 
Forrester. Im sorry I missed it. 
Well give you a rain check on another one as soon as we 



get back, sir, Lucas said. Id sort of like to see you and Private 
Cross hoist a few together. She drinks Red Eye as if it 
were iced tea. 
Really? Well, its nice to know that theres at least one person 
in this unit who can hold her liquor. How much did you 
lose? 
Id rather not say, sir. 
That bad? Forrester chuckled. You and I will have to sit 
down to some serious elbow-bending, Cross. I dont think that 
these two amateurs are in our class  
Anytime, sir, said Andre. It will be my pleasure. 
Good, its a date. Now lets get down to business, shall we? 
Forrester went up to the podium console and leaned against 
it. You people will be happy to know that youll be fairly autonomous 
on this mission, he said, meaning that you wont 
have the Temporal Intelligence Agency to contend with. 
Goddamn spooks, Delaney said, his shaking beginning to 
subside a little. 
Keep your opinions to yourself, Delaney, Forrester said. 
In any case, you might be interested to know that after that 
last mission, the Referee Corps has seen fit to grant the army 
eminent domain regarding temporal adjustment missions, 
which means that the TIA is back to its intelligence-gathering 
role under the aegis of the Observer Corps. That didnt sit very 
well with Darrow, so he resigned and theres a new agency 
director now, brought in from the Observer Corps. I hope this 
will end the rivalry between our two branches of the service. I 
also checked on agent Mongoose, in case you should be curious 
how things turned out with him He was critical for while, 
but hes recovered nicely and his features have been reconstructed. 
Hes also been demoted from field operations direc 


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tor to intelligence evaluation and its my guess that it will be a 
long time before hes trusted with another field assignment. 
Considering how badly he botched that mission, its nothing 
but a slap on the wrist, if you ask me, but thats none of my 
concern. By the way, Delaney, I am given to understand that 
the two of you had some differences of opinion that you had 
intended to resolve privately, between yourselves. Needless to 
say, I dont want to hear about any breach of regulations, but I 
would not be displeased to learn that agent Mongoose had been 
temporarily removed from the TIA active-duty roster for the 
purposes of further medical attention. In this regard, I trust 
that any discussions between the two of you will be handled 
with discretion. 
Ill see to it, sir, Delaney said. He was only twitching now. 
You can see to it on your own time, said Forrester. Right 
now, theres more pressing business requiring our attention. 
We have an adjustment on our hands and youll be clocking 
out immediately following this briefing. He pressed a button 
on the console, activating the computer. Forrester, code 321-G, 
clearance blue, he said. 
Clearance confirmed, said the computer. How may I assist 
you, Colonel? 
Request general background information on the French 
Revolution, circa 1789 to 1799, said Forrester. 
Working, said the computer. Do you require visuals? 
Ill specify visuals if need be, Forrester said. Proceed when 
ready. 



French Revolution, immediate causes, said the computer. 
Rapid growth of French industry and commerce in the late 
1700s leading to growth of the middle class; inequitable taxa-
tionmany cases exempting aristocrats and members of the 
clergy; weakening of the old regime by the Treaty of Paris in 
1763, which gave French possessions in India and North 
America to the British; consequent loss of revenues to the gov 


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ernment; further depletion of the treasury due to expenditures 
incurred in giving aid to the Americans in their revolt against 
the British; bankruptcy of the kings treasury in 1787; refusal 
of King Louis XVI to institute needed social reforms growth of 
the philosophe movement leading to 
Thats enough, said Forrester. Proceed. 
May 5, 1789, said the computer. King Louis XVI summoned 
a meeting of the Estates-General at Versailles in order 
to raise money for the treasury. Representation consisted of 
300 aristocrats; 300 clergy; and 600 commons, tiers etat, or third 
estate. Immediate debate concerning voting powers led to the 
members of the third estate assuming the title of the National 
Assembly, June 17, 1789. June 20, meetings were suspended 
and members of the Assembly took the Tennis Court Oath, so 
named after their place of informal meeting, resolving to draft 
a constitution. The Assembly was joined by members of the 
clergy and aristocratic classes. The Comte de Mirabeau rose 
to prominence as principal orator of the third estate. Dismissal 
of chief minister Jacques Necker by Louis XVI on July 11 and 
threatened dismissal of the Assembly precipitated the storming 
of the Bastille by a mob on July 14, the murder of Governor 
Launay, and the freeing of political prisoners. Neckar was 
recalled, the Marquis de Lafayette was appointed commander 
of new National Guard, adoption of the tricolor and the beginning 
of emigration by members of the aristocratic class followed. 
Mass uprisings took place throughout France. On August 
4, 1789, aristocratic representatives surrendered all feudal 
rights and privileges, titles were abolished, sales of offices 
prohibited, guilds were dissolved. August 27, 1789, the Assembly 
accepted the Declaration of the Rights of Man, drawn from 
English and American precedents and theories of the 
philosophes. October 5, 1789, an outbreak of mob violence in 
Paris culminated in a mob consisting primarily of women invading 
the royal palace at Versailles. The royal family was res 


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cued by the Marquis de Lafayette. The National Assembly 
adopted a constitution creating a monarchy answerable to a 
one-house Legislature. The property of the church and of 
emigrated nobles was seized by the government to provide 
public funds. The state assumed the support of the clergy. July 
1790 saw the abolition of old provinces and governments; 
France was divided into 83 departments, subdivided into 374 
districts and cantons, each with a local assembly. Voting or 
active citizens paid taxes equivalent to three days labor wages; 
nonvoting or passive citizens paid no taxes or a sum less than 
the three days minimum. The old judicial constitution was 
abolished. Civil organization of the clergy, with priests and 
bishops chosen by popular vote, accompanied the growth of 
the political power of the Jacobin Club under the leadership 
of Robespierre, and of the Cordeliers under the leadership of 



Georges Jacques Danton and Jean Paul Marat. King Louis XVI 
attempted to flee France with his family on June 20, 1791, was 
captured at Varennes, and was brought back to Paris. Dissolution 
of the National Assembly by vote of the membership occurred 
on September 30, 1791 and election of the Legislative 
Assembly took place on October 1, 1791, with 745 members 
elected by active citizens and divided into a Right faction, consisting 
of constitutionalists and Royalists, and a Left faction, 
consisting of Girondists, Jacobins and Cordeliers. August 27, 
1791, the Declaration of Pillnitz by Frederick William 11 of 
Prussia and Leopold 11 of Austria resulted in the alliance of 
Austria and Prussia against France in February of 1792 and 
the War of the First Coalition. 
Stop, said Forrester. All right, those are the highlights, 
youll get the rest during mission programming. The key point 
here concerns the fact that the Referee Corps had assigned an 
arbitration action to take place during the War of the First 
Coalition. There was a call for voluntary enlistment in France 
and soldiers of the Temporal Corps were clocked back to vari 


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ous locales in key municipalities to be infiltrated as volunteers 
for the French Army of the Republic. Continue, computer. 
August 10, 1792, said the computer, rioting mobs broke 
into the Tuileries, killed the Swiss Guards, and forced the king 
to turn to the Legislative Assembly for protection. The Assembly 
imprisoned the king and took away all of his remaining 
powers. There were mass arrests under the provisional government 
headed by Georges Jacques Danton. September 2 to 
September 7, 1792, the September Massacres 
Stop, said Forrester. Now by this time, there was total 
panic among the aristocrats remaining in France. Computer, 
general overview concerning aristocratic emigration circa 
1792. 
Emigration of ci-devant aristocrats was forcibly prevented 
by the provisional government, said the computer. The Committee 
of Public Safety, under the leadership of public prosecutor 
Fouquier-Tinville, appointed to preside over Frances 
internal security, was charged with power to arrest and execute 
enemies of the Republic. Mass attempts by members of 
the aristocracy to escape France, some aided by foreign nationals 
Stop,  said Forrester. General background on the Scarlet 
Pimpernel. 
Working, said the computer. The scarlet pimpernel: a 
common pimpernel (Anagallis arvensis), having scarlet, white 
or purplish flowers that close at the approach of rainy or cloudy 
weatheralso called poor mans weatherglass, red pimpernel. 
In conjunction with the French Revolution, the insignia and 
alias of the League of the Scarlet Pimpernel, a group of British 
adventurers involved in the smuggling of French aristocrats 
to England, specifically, the alias of the leader of the group, 
Sir Percy Blakeney 
Visual, please, said Forrester. 


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A second later, a holographic image of Sir Percy Blakeney 
appeared before the podium. The projection was that of a tall, 
broad-shouldered, athletic-looking man with fair hair, blue 
eyes, and a strong jaw. He looked handsome, but he had a 
look of vague boredom on his face, giving it a slightly sleepy, 



insipid air. He was dressed in a short-waisted satin coat, a 
waistcoat with wide lapels, tight-fitting breeches, and highly 
polished Newmarket boots. His sleeves and collar were 
trimmed with fine Mechline lace and he stood in an affected 
posture, one leg slightly before the other, one hand on his hip, 
the other bent before him and holding a lace handkerchief in 
a loose, languid fashion. 
Theres a pretty flower, said Delaney. 
Theres your assignment, Delaney, Forrester said. In several 
hours, thats what youre going to look like. 
Why me? Delaney said, chagrined. 
Because Priests too short and youre about the right build, 
said Forrester. 
Hell, said Delaney. All right, lets have the rest of it. 
The adjustment stems from the temporal interference of 
one soldier, named Alex Corderro, assigned to the War of the 
First Coalition arbitration action, Forrester said. It was his 
first hitch in the field and subsequent investigation shows that 
he never should have been accepted in the service in the first 
place. Too unstable, a high potential of cracking under stress. 
Unfortunately, the corps is so badly in need of cannon-fodder 
that well take just about anyone these days. As a result of that 
sterling policy, weve got an adjustment on our hands. 
Corderro violated the noninterference directives, said 
Forrester. He attempted to prevent the capture of some escaping 
aristocrats and, in so doing, he shot a captain in the 
Army of the Republic. Blakeney and his wife were on the scene 
and what seems to have occurred, as best as the Observers 
can reconstruct it, is that Lady Blakeney was wounded in the 


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exchange of gunfire and Blakeney was trampled by a horse. 
Corderro escaped through the West Barricade in the Blakeneys 
coach, but he was shot several times. Evidently, he lost consciousness 
and bled to death. The Observers found the coach 
in a wooded area several miles outside of Paris. The horses 
had run themselves out and had wandered off the road, somehow 
managing to wedge the coach between two trees. Inside 
the coach, they found Corderro, dead. Lady Marguerite 
Blakeney was alive, but badly wounded and unconscious. 
What about Sir Percy? said Delaney. 
He was left behind in Paris, Forrester said. 
And where is he now? 
Well, the Observers managed to remove his body 
His body! You mean hes dead? 
Chest completely crushed by a horses hooves, said 
Forrester. 
Delaney swallowed heavily. Wait, now, let me get this 
straight, sir. Youre telling me that my assignment is to be a 
plant? A temporal relocation? 
Thats right. 
For how long? 
Well, that remains to be seen, said Forrester. We have to 
make certain that the aristocrats who were smuggled out of 
France by Blakeney and his group dont wind up on the guillotine. 
He was also instrumental in the fall from power of a certain 
French official named Chauvelin an agent of the Committee 
of Public Safety. Since Blakeneys operations were of a 
covert nature, we dont have a great deal of information on 
him and his group. 



We have since obtained further data, courtesy of our friends 
at the TIA. At any rate, even though it may not all be cut and 
dried, at least you wont have anyone from our time working 
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Still, said Delaney, what youre telling me is that I may 
wind up taking Blakeneys place indefinitely. 
Thats essentially correct, said Forrester at least until the 
TIA can determine exactly what his activities were in the years 
following his involvement in the Revolution. However it should 
not be all unpleasant, he added. Computer, visual on Lady 
Marguerite Blakeney. 
The holographic projection of Sir Percy Blakeney disappeared, 
to be replaced by one of his wife, the former Marguerite 
St. Just. Delaney gulped and Priest gave a low whistle. 
Forrester smiled. I shouldnt think that life with Lady 
Blakeney would be very hard to take, he said. He chuckled. 
Frankly, Delaney, I think youll have your hands full. 


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2 
Since Delaney would be the only one impersonating a figure 
of historical significance, there had been no need for the 
others to submit to cosmetic surgery. Consequently, after they 
had gone through mission programming and while Finn was 
being transformed into the image of Sir Percy Blakeney, Lucas 
and Andre went down to supply, drew their gear, then took the 
tubes down to the ground-level Departure Station. 
As members of a First Division adjustment team, they had 
priority status, so there was no waiting for their departure codes 
to be called. Instead, they were shuttled directly to the nearest 
grid area, to be clocked out together to the 18th century. As 
they passed soldiers in transit dressed in period, the soldiers 
came to attention and saluted them. Both Lucas and Andre 
were also dressed in period, but Lucas insignia of rank was 
clearly visible on his armband and the fact that they were in a 
shuttle normally reserved for officers clearly labeled them for 
the groups of soldiers waiting to clock out. Those who were 
close enough as the shuttle passed to see their silver dog tags, 
worn on the outside of their garments, and their divisional 
insignia added small, respectful nods to their salutes. From 
the point of military etiquette, it wasnt strictly proper to give a 
nod of greeting while saluting, but it had become an informally 
established practice among the members of the corps to 
single out those in the First Division in this manner. The silver 
dog tags stood out in marked contrast to the color coded 
ones issued to the regular troops. Members of the Observer 
Corps wore gold tags and only soldiers of the First Division 
wore silver. The tags meant that the wearer was about to clock 
out to the Minus Side and silver tags meant an adjustment 
team was on the way to deal with an historical discontinuity. 
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not know the meaning of those silver tags and the nods were 
both a greeting and an unspoken wish of good luck. 
Andre still marveled at the sight of all those soldiers dressed 
in period, waiting around the sprawling plaza beside their piles 
of gear. Some smoked, some drank, others chatted, a few slept, 



and the green recruits were easily identifiable by their air of 
nervous tension and their restlessness. They passed a group 
of Roman legionnaires in breastplates, sandals, and plumed 
helmets gathered around a video game machine. They took 
turns pitting their skills against the game computer and they 
laughed and shouted like small children, slapping each other 
on the back and calling out encouragement. A platoon of 
Visigoths snapped to attention as they passed, quickly palming 
several tiny metal sniffers which they had been passing 
back and forth. On past a group of Crusaders, with red crosses 
on their chests, among whom was an obvious green recruit 
who, in his nervousness, had been swinging a short mace 
about. At the sight of the shuttle, the recruit snapped to attention 
and, without thinking, tried to toss off a sharp salute. Unfortunately, 
he had tried to salute with the hand that held the 
mace and the resulting bong as he coshed himself and fell 
to the floor with a clatter of metal brought about hysterical 
laughter from his companions. 
The ground shuttle brought them to the gate of the departure 
grid, a large, permanently installed chronoplate that differed 
from the portable personal units in that it could transport 
whole platoons of soldiers at a time. The Barbary pirates 
standing by to clock out next hurriedly made way for them as 
they walked through the gate to report to the grid transport 
detail. The OC came to attention and saluted. Lucas returned 
his salute, then removed his armband with his rank insignia 
upon it, surmounted by the divisional pin, and handed it to the 
OC along with his silver dog tags. Andre did the same. 
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each off the chains and then placing the single tags with the 
chains along with their armbands and insignia in separate plastic 
boxes. With a By your leave, sir, he then proceeded to 
search Lucas quickly and efficiently, as per regulations, to make 
certain that no unauthorized effects would be clocked out along 
with him, either intentionally or unintentionally. Another member 
of the detail observed the same procedure with Andre. The 
man who searched Andre came up with her credit disc, to her 
embarrassment. She had forgotten all about it. 
Sorry, sir, she said to the sergeant. I must have transferred 
it to my pocket without thinking when I changed. 
Dont worry about it, soldier. Happens all the time. He 
placed the computer disc into the same plastic box containing 
her armband and dog tag. 
The OC then took the two tags that he had separated from 
the neck chains, each containing their respective codes, and 
inserted them one at a time into a tiny slot in the grid control 
bank. He waited for a moment, watching the readout screen 
then nodded. 
Stand by, sir, he said to Lucas. 
A couple of seconds passed and the borders of the grid began 
to glow softly. 
Staged,  said the OC. Good luck, sir. 
Thank you, Lieutenant, Lucas said. All right, Andre lets 
go. 
They walked forward into the field generated by the grid 
and disappeared from view. 
Delaney stepped out of limbo and onto soft, damp grass. An 
old veteran of time travel, the chronoplates did not affect him 



as profoundly as they did most soldiers, who usually vomited 
upon arrival and suffered from temporary bouts of vertigo and 
myoclonus, as well as double vision and ataxia. He did, however, 
feel slightly disoriented and off balance. He staggered 


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momentarily, taking several uncoordinated steps and swaying 
in a drunken fashion until he was able to shake off the 
effects and become orientated to his new surroundings 
He saw that he was in a small clearing in a forest, more 
properly, a wood, since he knew that he was not far outside of 
Paris and he could see the road leading to the city through a 
clump of trees. The Pathfinders had cut it fairly close with the 
coordinates. Still, Finn had clocked in with much less room to 
spare before. One of the nightmares every soldier had from 
time to time involved a vision of clocking in at the same time 
and location at which another person or object occupied that 
space. The Pathfinders were usually extremely efficient at 
avoiding such occurrences, but there were still the inevitable 
accidents. The closest Finn had ever come to one was when 
he clocked into a forest clearing much like the one he now 
found himself in. The instant before he had materialized, a 
rabbit had run across the spot. As Finn clocked in, he had 
stepped forward and his foot had come down upon the running 
rabbit, crushing it. It gave off a pathetic squeal, a sound 
strikingly similar to a babys cry, and for a horrifying moment, 
Finn had thought it was an infant. It had been necessary for 
him to kill the poor animal to put it out of its misery and ever 
since, he had felt jumpy at the moment of materialization. 
This time, however, it had gone well and as he looked 
around, he saw the Observer, disguised as a peasant, approaching 
him. There was nothing to distinguish the Observer from 
any other peasant of the time; but the fact that he had just 
seen a man materialize out of thin air and was approaching 
him purposefully, as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred, 
marked him for what he was. He was leading a chestnut mare 
on a rein as he approached. 
Major Fitzroy, he said. 
Sergeant Delaney. 
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yards down the road, off to the side, he said. You cant miss 
it. It was stuck, but weve taken care of that. Now pay attention, 
this is where it stands. Weve removed Corderros body. 
Lady Marguerite Blakeney is all right. The pistol ball grazed 
her skull, but it was only a scratch and weve patched her up. 
We applied some plastiskin to her forehead and shell never 
know that she was hit. Theres a hole in the inside of the coach 
where the ball went after passing through the window and 
skipping off her skull, so if she has any memory of being shot, 
show her where the ball went and tell her that she must have 
fainted and struck her head. That will account for any pain 
that she might feel later when the dope wears off. The coach 
horses must have bolted when the shot went off, so its highly 
unlikely that she saw what happened to Blakeney, even if she 
was still conscious at the time. Your story is that you were 
knocked down by the horse, but only winded. You took the 
captains horse and chased after the coach as soon as you got 
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What about Corderro? said Delaney. What do I tell her 
ifshe asks about him? 
Chances are she wont, said Fitzroy. She was probably 
already unconscious when he jumped onto the coach. If she 
does remember anything about that, you saw him leap from 
the coach and take off running into the woods as you were 
riding up. That same story will serve you if theres any pursuit 
from the city that catches up with you. If that happens, they 
wont have any reason to detain you, but you might advance 
the theory that Corderro was a disguised aristocrat. That should 
spur them on to look for him and let you continue on your 
way. 
Got it, said Finn. Were heading for Calais? 
Right. Blakeneys yacht will be there to take you across to 
Dover. Youll be picking up your support team at an inn called 
The Fishermans Rest in Kent. Lets just make sure youve got 


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their cover straight. 
Theyre family servants who were looking after my property 
in Rouen and theyve been sent ahead to England to make 
things ready for us at the estate now that my land in France is 
forfeit to the government. 
Good. Youll want to be very circumspect with Lady 
Blakeney, said Fitzroy. Several months ago, she denounced 
the Marquis de St. Cyr for seeking support from Austria to put 
down the Revolution. He was arrested, tried, and guillotined 
along with his entire family. 
Nice lady, said Finn. 
Blakeney seems to have shared your sentiments, Fitzroy 
said. He only recently found out about it and when he did he 
turned off to her completely. Their relationship has been a 
little strained since then, to say the least. Blakeneys been attentive 
and polite to her, but evidently thats about as far as it 
went. Shes taken to sniping at him in public lately. 
So much for Lady Blakeney not being hard to take, said 
Finn. 
Whats that? 
Nothing, really. Just thinking about something my CO said. 
Just be very careful around her, said Fitzroy. Remember 
that shes a Republican and not to be trusted. If she finds out 
youre smuggling aristocrats out of France, theres no telling 
what she might do. 
Terrific, said Finn. Got any more good news for me? 
Im afraid so, said Fitzroy. We dont yet have a complete 
list of all the aristocrats Blakeney smuggled out of France. The 
TlAs still working on it, but its a hell of a job and theyve got 
to separate the ones Blakeneys group got out from the ones 
who got out on their own. We also have to be especially careful 
that you dont wind up rescuing anyone who wasnt supposed 
to be rescued. 
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figure out whom to smuggle over? 
Youll be contacted at the appropriate time, Fitzroy said. 
If it isnt by me, then the codeword will be wildflower. That 
will identify your contact. 
Finn grimaced. Thatll work just great unless someone happens 
to mention wildflowers in the course of a conversation 



Do me a favor. Forget the cloak-and-dagger stuff, Fitzroy. If 
someone should happen to come up to Percy Blakeney and 
address him as Delaney, Ill assume that its my contact, all 
right? 
I suppose that would work, Fitzroy said. 
Its nice to see youre flexible, said Finn, sarcastically. 
What about chronoplate access? 
Cant let you have one, said Fitzroy. Sorry. It would be too 
risky. However, Ill try to work as close to you as possible within 
the limitations of our situation. If you get in a jam or have to 
get in touch with me for any reason, youve got your panic 
button. I assume youve had your implants checked? 
Of course, said Finn, impatiently. No soldier worth his salt 
would clock out on a mission without making certain that his 
signal implant, located subcutaneously behind his ear, was in 
proper working order. 
Good, said Fitzroy. Now theres one more thing. When he 
was killed, Blakeney had just embarked upon his smuggling 
career. Hed had a bellyful of the beheadings and he had arranged 
with two of his friends, Sir Andrew Ffoulkes and Lord 
Antony Dewhurst, to smuggle the Duc de Chalis and his children 
out of France. Youre checked out on Ffoulkes and 
Dewhurst? 
Finn nodded. Since both men were known to be close friends 
of Blakeneys, all available information concerning them had 
been included in the mission programming. 
Dewhurst is with the boat, Fitzroy said. Ffoulkes was the 
one who drove that wagon. One of the dukes sons was on the 


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box with Ffoulkes, the younger boy and the old man were 
crammed into a hollow section underneath the box. They 
wouldnt be able to stay in such a cramped space for very long, 
so Ffoulkes probably let them out as soon as they were out of 
sight of the gate. 
What about his wife? said Finn. 
She died last year. You didnt know that? God, they did put 
this together in a hurry. Youll have to watch yourself. Now 
weve arranged for another wagon to act as a decoy, since 
Ffoulkes wont be able to make very good time in that rig. That 
way, if theres pursuit, well have our wagon between the soldiers 
and Ffoulkes. Theyll catch up to a wagonful of empty 
wine casks, driven by an old man and a boy, and they can rip it 
apart to their hearts content and they wont find anything. 
That should buy Ffoulkes all the time he needs. However, when 
he planned their escape, Blakeney didnt know that hed married 
a woman who had sent an entire family of aristocrats to 
the guillotine. So obviously, he cant very well expect to take 
them aboard his yacht along with Lady Blakeney, right? Im 
assuming that he made some sort of last-minute contingency 
plan with Ffoulkes to hide them out somewhere until he and 
Lady Blakeney had reached England. Then he probably intended 
to send the yacht back for them. Unfortunately, theres 
no way of knowing exactly what sort of plans he made or where 
he intended to hide them. Its all guesswork. Youll have to 
improvise. 
Ill work it out somehow, said Finn. Is that it? Were cutting 
it a little close, I think. 
Thats it, Fitzroy said. He handed Finn a little case, small 
enough to fit inside his pocket and disguised as a snuffbox. 



Youll find a signet ring in there. It matches Blakeneys. Slide 
the bottom of the signet forward and a needle will pop up. 
Practice with it a few times before you put it on, so you dont 
stick yourself. Youve got several cartridges in there, all 


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color-coded, and theres a key inside the lid. Its loaded for 
Lady Blakeney now. Stick her when youre ready for her to 
come around; it should take about three seconds. After that, 
load it with anything you wish, just dont give anyone a lethal 
dose unless its absolutely unavoidable. Those are the red ones, 
by the way. If you use one of these, it had better be as a last 
resort, is that clear? 
Perfectly. 
Right. Get moving. Fitzroy handed him the reins. Good 
luck, Delaney. 
Finn swung up into the saddle and rode off at a gallop. No 
sooner had he arrived at the site where Fitzroy had left the 
coach with the lead horse tethered to a tree, than he heard the 
rapidly approaching sound of hoofbeats. Moving quickly, he 
dismounted, dropping the reins and allowing the horse to 
nibble at the grass. He then loosed the lead horse and climbed 
into the coach just as a party of six soldiers of the Republic 
rode into view. Finn took a deep breath. They had cut it very 
close, indeed. 
He opened the box, removed the ring, quickly checked the 
needle, then slipped it onto the ring finger of his right hand. 
He bent over Lady Blakeney and pricked her with the needle 
just as the officer leading the soldiers opened the door of the 
coach. 
You! Come out of there! 
Finn looked over his shoulder and saw the lieutenant pointing 
a pistol at him. 
My wife,  he said, anxiously. Shes 
Never mind your wife, step out of the coach! 
Lady Blakeney moaned and started stirring. 
Thank God, said Finn. For a moment, I was afraid that 
Step out of the coach, I said! 
Marguerite opened her eyes and gave a start. Percy! Lord, 
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No, my dear, said Finn, stepping out of the coach slowly. 
You only fainted. 
The soldier grabbed his arm and pulled him aside roughly, 
then looked inside the coach. 
If youre looking for that ruffian, said Finn, I saw him 
leap from the coach and run off into the woods. 
The soldier spun to face him. Where? How far back? 
Damn me, I havent the faintest idea, said Finn, producing 
a handkerchief and waving it in front of his nose. He hoped 
his imitation of Blakeneys voice would pass. He had not had 
much time to practice and he wished he had Lucas Priests 
gift for mimicry. I was hell bent for leather to try to catch this 
runaway coach and rescue my poor wife, said Finn, with a 
touch of indignation. I was far too anxious about her welfare 
to concern myself with your renegade aristocrat. He jumped 
off back there, somewhere. He waved his handkerchief in 
the direction of the road back to Paris. 
You three, said the officer, indicating several of his men, 



ride back and comb the woods; he couldnt have gone far. 
The men wheeled their horses and galloped off in the direction 
from which they came. 
Have you seen a wagon, said the officer, loaded with wine 
casks? 
Lord, what do I know of wagons? Finn said, rolling his 
eyes. I was almost killed back there! And my wife was almost 
shot! Theres a hole inside the coach where the ball passed 
through scant inches from her head! It was a dreadful experience, 
quite unnerving. I fear that I wont sleep for weeks! My 
insides are all in knots. This is all too much for my frail constitution. 
All I desire to do is get back to merry England and leave 
you to your Revolution. I dont care if I never set foot on French 
soil again! 
France will survive quite well without your kind, I think, 
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Yes, but I fear that I may not survive France, said Finn. He 
leaned against the coach for support and wiped his forehead 
with his handkerchief. Gad, what a horrible experience! That 
terrible man! I hope youll catch him and clap him in the 
Bastille. 
We shall do a great deal more than that, the soldier said. 
He put away his pistol, satisfied that Blakeney was no threat. 
You are bound for Calais? 
Yes, if we can arrive there safely without being killed along 
the way, said Finn. Lord only knows what dangers await us 
on the road! I would be most grateful if you and your men 
would see us to our destination safely. I would feel far more 
secure in the company of soldiers of the Republic. 
Soldiers of the Republic have far more important things to 
do than to nursemaid weak-kneed Englishmen, the lieutenant 
said, harshly. I would advise you to be on your way and 
not to stop until youve reached Calais. I wish you a speedy 
crossing of the Channel and good riddance. 
The officer mounted and rode off with his two remaining 
men, heading away from the city on the trail of the wine wagon. 
Finn took a deep breath and let it out slowly. 
And good riddance to you, said Finn. Are you all right, 
my dear? You gave me quite a fright. 
Lady Blakeney gave him an arch look. It would appear that 
it does not take very much to frighten you, Percy. 
Not much, you say? Why, having my own wife almost shot 
to death and myself almost being trampled by a horse and then 
accosted by those rough-mannered brigands who have the 
temerity to call themselves soldierswhy, I would say that it 
was much, indeed! 
As he spoke, Finn took her measure. Marguerite Blakeney 
was twenty-five years old, tall, and very well-proportioned with 
an ample bosom, a trim waist and long, slender legs, one of 
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Her bright blue eyes met Finns as she attempted to effect repairs 
upon her coiffure, the lustrous auburn hair having been 
disarranged while she was jostled about inside the coach. She 
was even lovelier in person, for the holographic image of her 
Finn had seen had not captured her voice and its inflections, 
her mannerisms, and it had caught only a hint of her earthy 



sensuality. There was, however, a certain air of hostility about 
her, testimony to the deteriorating relationship between herself 
and Blakeney. 
She had a bit of the gamin in her, Finn saw, though it did not 
detract in the least from her beauty. Rather, it enhanced it. 
Her facial expressions betrayed pride and stubbornness and 
although she hid it well, Finn could see that she had been hurt 
by Blakeney. Undoubtedly, she felt rejected, though Finn had 
no way of knowing whether or not the St. Cyr affair had ever 
been discussed between them or if Blakeney had simply accepted 
it as a matter of course and, having been satisfied that 
it was true, had locked it away inside himself like a guilty secret, 
never to be spoken of or even referred to. He decided, for 
the sake of prudence, to adopt the latter attitude, unless Marguerite 
brought the matter up herself. He also decided to play 
it very close to the vest, for Marguerites eyes were shrewd 
and observant as she regarded him with a faintly puzzled air. 
Are you quite well, my husband? she said, cocking an eyebrow 
at him. Somehow, you dont sound quite yourself. 
Im as well as could be expected for a man whos come so 
near to death, he said, leaning back against the coach and 
shutting his eyes as he fanned himself with his handkerchief. 
Faith, my dear, you must have the courage of a lion! That 
pistol ball could not have passed but a hairs breadth from your 
head and there you stand, calm as can be, asking me if I am 
well! Would that I were made of such stern stuff, my heart 
would not then be pounding like a blacksmiths hammer on 
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Well, then when your heart has stopped its fearsome pounding, 
perhaps we could continue on our journey, Marguerite 
said. We shall not make Calais before tomorrow, even if we 
drive hard all the way. She glanced up at the empty box and 
sighed. I fear that you will have to play the coachman. It appears 
that our fainthearted driver was frightened even more 
than you were. 
Thats the trouble with these new citizens, said Finn. 
They put their own petty concerns above their duty. Well, it 
appears that theres nothing for it. I shall have to drive, then. 
With any luck, we will make Amiens tonight and reach Calais 
tomorrow. Are you quite certain that youre up to a hard ride? 
We could travel at an easy pace, but Im suddenly very anxious 
to go on with all dispatch. I fear that I shant feel safe until 
were on board the Day Dream. 
Marguerite smiled, wryly. Well, then I shall muster up my 
lions courage and steel myself for the dangers of our journey. 
Her voice fairly dripped with sarcasm. If you would be 
so kind, Percy, as to assist me back into the coach? 
Finn gave her his arm and helped her up, then closed the 
door and mounted up into the box. He whipped up the horses 
and drove the coach back onto the road. He drove at a brisk 
pace and, within fifteen minutes or so, the coach came within 
sight of the soldiers once again. There were only three of them, 
the officer and his two men, the others no doubt still beating 
the brush for the nonexistent ci-devant aristo. Finn saw that 
the soldiers had caught up to Fitzroys decoy wine wagon. They 
had pulled it off to the side of the road, where the old man 
stood beside his young son, wringing his hands and wailing 
as the soldiers tore the wagon apart board by board, searching 



for the Duc de Chalis. The officer looked up and gave Finn 
a scornful glance as Finn gave him a cheery wave as the coach 
passed by. 
It was already night when they reached Amiens and the 


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horses were all done in. Finn took a room for them at an inn 
and saw to it that the coach and horses would be stabled for 
the night and made ready for them early the next morning. 
Marguerite went up to the room to freshen up while Finn stayed 
downstairs and drank some wine. 
So far, so good, he thought. Marguerite had accepted him as 
Blakeney, though there had never really been any question 
about that. He was, after all, the spitting image of Sir Percy 
Blakeney now and he had been prepared as thoroughly as 
possible to play the role. For Marguerite to suspect him of being 
an impostor was impossible. However, he would take 
Fitzroys advice and tread with care. 
There was a great deal to be done. Percy Blakeney had spent 
most of his young life away from England. He would be known 
at court, of course, since the late Algernon Blakeney had been 
a peer of the realm and the family holdings were extensive. 
Blakeney was one of the richest men in England. That, in itself, 
would be enough to secure his place in court society, but 
it would not be enough for this scenario. 
Finn would have to establish Blakeneys character in such a 
manner that he would never be suspected of being the Scarlet 
Pimpernel. He would also have to make certain that a distance 
would remain between himself, as Blakeney, and Marguerite. 
Otherwise, he might not be able to function as the Pimpernel. 
Finn could count on Lucas and Andre to help him in his efforts 
to join Ffoulkes and Dewhurst as the first members of the 
League of the Scarlet Pimpernel. Beyond that, he would be 
working in the dark. 
At the height of Blakeneys career, the League had boasted 
some nineteen or twenty members. History was inexact as to 
the figure. That, alone, could result in problems. What might 
happen if he did not recruit into the League someone the real 
Blakeney would have recruited? What would occur if he recruited 
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at all? Due to the inertia of the timeflow, he had a certain flexibility; 
otherwise it would not have been possible to effect adjustments. 
However, given this particular scenario, there were 
plenty of possibilities for things to go wrong. It was not the 
first time Delaney had found himself working in a period that 
suffered from inadequate prior documentation. He hadnt liked 
it then and he did not much like it now. He liked being saddled 
with Lady Blakeney even less. 
Unless Fitzroy contacted him with further information, he 
could rely on Ffoulkes and Dewhurst to advise him on whom 
to recruit into the League. But Lady Blakeney could pose a 
formidable problem in more ways than one. She was intelligent 
and sharp and, although the place of a woman in the 18th 
century denied her a role in much of the pursuits of her husband, 
he would have to act in such a manner that her curiosity 
would not be aroused. To this end, he could utilize the recent 
rift between Sir Percy Blakeney and his wife, building upon it 
so that he would become the sort of husband whose wife found 



him tiresome and unattractive. That would not be very difficult 
to accomplish. Marguerite was quite attractive and already 
had a reputation as a well-known actress and hostess. It would 
be a simple matter to introduce her into London society, taking 
a back seat as the fashionably dull and foolish fop while 
Marguerite had the spotlight to herself. She would quickly 
become the center of attention in any gathering and in no time 
at all she would acquire her own circle of friends and admirers, 
who would keep her busy while he spirited aristos out of 
France. 
Yet, there was the very real problem of his own reaction to 
Marguerite. From the very first moment he set eyes upon her, 
Finn found himself irresistibly attracted to the woman. To remain 
aloof and unconcerned with her would not be easy. When 
it came to matters of the flesh, discipline had never been 
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inn, nursing his wine, he contemplated the possibility of bedding 
her that night. 
After all, he was her husband. She might welcome a sudden 
thaw in their relationship and the situation was quite conducive 
to it. They had just been through a harrowing experience 
together, the sort of thing that raises the adrenaline and leads 
people to seek pleasant release in sexual activity. One night, 
when matters of the preceding day led them to rediscover the 
joys they knew when first they wed, one night, what harm could 
it do? The next day, he could resume the status quo, acting 
embarrassed, awkward, perhaps a little angered at having 
given in to the pressures of the moment. Things like that happened 
all the time. 
But, no. It would not be wise. She already bore resentment 
toward her husband, whose ardor had so considerably cooled 
and whose devotion had become little more than a matter of 
form. To start something now, only to end it just as abruptly, as 
necessity dictated, would only make matters that much worse. 
He needed Marguerite to be bored with Blakeney, not furious 
with him. He would have to put his lust aside, something that 
never had been easy and would be that much more difficult, 
due to the fact that he would have to share a bed with her. 
Damn, Finn mumbled softly, to himself, I should have 
thought to take separate rooms for us. 
Sir? said a soft voice at his side. He turned to see a young 
serving girl who stood hesitantly by the table, smiling awkwardly. 
Yes, what is it? 
The lady bid me tell you that she is quite exhausted from 
the journey and will not sup tonight. She begs you to excuse 
her and to take your meal at your leisure, if you will. She is 
content to simply rest for tomorrows journey. 
Well, that settles that, thought Finn. Shell be fast asleep when 
I come up. Now if I can only keep my hands off her in the 


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middle of the night. 
He thanked the girl and had her bring him a supper of cold 
meat, bread, and fruit. He drank more wine and began to feel 
relaxed for the first time that day. He purchased a clay pipe for 
a few pennies from the innkeeper, who overcharged him, seeing 
that he was wealthy, and he settled back in his chair with 
the long churchwarden filled with Turkish Latakia. He smoked 



slowly, enjoying the strong black tobacco and sipping the inns 
somewhat plebeian Bordeaux, which was nevertheless quite 
satisfying after the bumpy, dusty journey. He bought a few more 
clays and some tobacco to take along with him the following 
day, so that he could relax and smoke while they crossed the 
Channel, then he made his way upstairs. 
Marguerite was in bed, with the covers drawn up over her. 
She had left a candle burning for him and the single light 
bathed the room in a soft and cozy glow. He saw that Marguerite 
had laid his sleeping gown out for him, along with his nightcap, 
both of which he appraised with slight annoyance. He did 
not like to be encumbered while he slept. Still, the character 
seemed to call for it and he resigned himself to nightclothes. 
He only hoped that there would be no bedbugs to keep him 
company. 
Moving very quietly, so as not to waken Marguerite, Finn 
slowly undressed. When he had taken off his last item of clothing, 
he heard a rustling in the bed behind him and, thinking 
that he might have made some sound that had disturbed his 
wife, he froze for a moment. 
Are you then well fed and rested, Percy? Marguerite said 
softly, her voice barely above a whisper. 
Finn turned and saw that she had pulled aside the covers 
and was lying naked in the bed, in a deliberately and blatantly 
seductive pose. Her hair was fanned out on the pillow and it 
glinted like red gold in the candlelight. Her soft skin was without 
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slightly as she breathed through parted lips. 
Moving quickly, Delaney blew out the candle so that she 
would not see what he was unable to conceal, then he made a 
quick grab for the nightgown. He barely stifled a moan of frustration. 
Forgive me, my dear, I did not mean to wake you, he said, 
adding an audible yawn. Lord, its a wonder youre not sleeping 
like the dead after todays exertions. Myself, I am quite 
done in. It was all that I could do to make it up the stairs. 
He heard a heavy sigh in the darkness. Come to bed and 
sleep, then, Marguerite said, flatly. You wanted to leave early 
in the morning and you need your rest. 
Finn bit his lower lip and felt his way to the bed, then got in 
beside her and turned on his left side, so that he faced away 
from her. He yawned once more, for effect. 
Gad, what a day! he said. I feel like I could sleep for a 
hundred years. 
There was no good night, from her side of the bed. 
Well, good night, then, Finn said. He waited a few minutes, 
then faked the sounds of snoring. Several minutes later, 
he heard Marguerite get out of bed and slip into her nightgown, 
then gently get back into bed. Soon, she was asleep. 
Finn, on the other hand, knew that he would be lucky if he got 
any sleep at all. And he knew that in the morning, he would 
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They arrived at Calais the following evening, having stopped 
several times to change horses en route. It had been a long, 
hard drive. Finn was sore and covered with road dust. Marguerite 
had been shaken up inside the coach, but she issued 



not one word of complaint. They drove directly to the port and 
as he looked out into the bay, Finn could see a graceful fifty-foot 
schooner with a long and slender bowsprit riding at anchor, 
its twin masts barely visible in the dusk. They left the coach at 
an inn and hired a small boat to take them out to the Day 
Dream. 
It was brisk out on the water and Marguerite shivered in 
her inadequate cloak as she clutched it around her, but she 
didnt say a word. Finn had to admire her. She had been shot 
in the head, had some minor field surgery performed on her, 
though she didnt know it, been drugged, bounced around inside 
a coach on bumpy, rut-filled country roads for some one 
hundred and fifty miles, which they had covered in an astonishing 
two days, exhausting several teams of horses in the process, 
and now she was being violently rocked up and down as 
the small boat pulled out toward the Day Dream in the choppy 
waters of the Channel. The cold wind sliced through her fashionably 
light hooded cloak as though it wasnt even there and, 
with the exception of a slight shaking of the shoulders and a 
barely noticeable tremor of the lower lip, Marguerite remained 
calm and poised, as though she were out for a row upon a 
placid country lake. 
The boat pulled up to the yacht and one of the crewmen 
dropped a rope ladder over the side. As the boatman hung 
onto the bottom of the ladder, trying to keep the rowboat steady 
in the swells, Finn helped Marguerite up the ladder, staying 
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her grip and fall. She climbed a bit uncertainly, unaccustomed 
to having the world rolling all round her, but she hung on tenaciously 
and in moments, a crewman was giving her a hand 
on board. She thanked the young man, who smiled awkwardly 
in her presence, and turned back to look at Finn with a slightly 
shaky smile. 
Which way to my room, Percy? Oh, yes, its called a cabin 
on a boat, is it not? 
Allow me, my lady, said a tall, sandy-haired young man of 
about twenty-six or seven, who came up to them and offered 
her his arm. He flashed a dazzling smile at her. Lord Antony 
Dewhurst, at your service, maam. You must be terribly fatigued 
after your journey. Ive taken the liberty of having your 
cabin prepared and your bunk turned down. Theres fresh 
water for washing and Stevens here will bring you supper and 
a rum toddy momentarily. I think that you will find the bracing 
sea air quite conducive to deep and restful sleep. We shall 
be sailing on the morning tide. 
Youre most kind, Lord Dewhurst. 
Antony, maam, he said with a grin, or Tony, if you prefer. 
Thats what all my friends call me. 
Thank you, Tony. I think I will retire, if you gentlemen will 
excuse me. 
Dewhurst led her away belowdeck, with a quick glance back 
at Finn to tell him that he would come right back at once. Finn 
leaned against the mainmast amidships and pulled out one of 
his clays. He filled it with tobacco and tamped it down; then, 
hunching over it and cupping his hand against the wind, he 
got it lit after several tries and settled down against the teak 
railing to wait for Dewhurst to return. With the exception of 
the captain, a weatherbeaten old salt named Briggs, who only 



bid him welcome aboard and asked if there was anything that 
he could do for him, the rest of the crew left him to his privacy. 
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departed once again to his own cabin. After several moments, 
Dewhurst returned. 
I say, Percy, shes absolutely marvelous! Beautiful, charming 
and intelligent; youll be the envy of every man in London. 
I daresay, said Finn, excepting those who cannot abide 
the barbarity currently practiced on these shores. 
Dewhurst looked suddenly glum. Its true, then, about St. 
Cyr? 
Youve heard, then? Finn said cautiously, to draw him out. 
Aye, news travels fast when its bad news, said Dewhurst. 
What are you going to do? 
Faith, what can I do? She is my wife, Tony. I am married to 
her past, as well as to her future. 
What about Ffoulkes? Is he well away? Have you seen him? 
Aye, hes well away. He got out the gate a bit ahead of us, 
but we did not pass him on the road. No doubt he pulled off 
the main road until he was certain it was safe to go on. There 
was trouble, though. Soldiers pursued him, but they pulled 
over the wrong wagon. I passed them as they were tearing it 
apart in search of human contraband. 
Hell make it, wont he, Percy? Dewhurst said, concern 
showing on his face. 
Finn nodded. Hell make it. Andrew is no fool. But we must 
sail to Dover without him. I cannot risk having de Chalis and 
Marguerite come face to face. It will ruin everything. We shall 
have to send the Day Dream back for them. 
Poor St. Just, said Dewhurst. 
Whats that? said Finn 
Oh, I said, Poor St. Just. The only one of the Feuillants 
with any influence left and they appoint him to the Committee 
of Public Safety, where hes outnumbered by Robespierres 
Jacobins. If only it were the other way around. Yet there he 
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pursues his butchery. Without his help, we would never have 
got de Chalis out alive, yet I fear that it will be a poor atonement 
for his sisters crime. Realizing, suddenly, what he had 
said, Dewhurst looked aghast at Finn. God, Percy, forgive me! 
I didnt think. That was a frightfully cruel thing to say. 
Yet, nevertheless, its true, said Finn. So Armand St. Just, 
along with Lafayette, was one of the moderate monarchists 
who had separated from the Jacobins. He was sympathetic to 
Blakeneys cause, enough so that he had taken an active part 
in it. That was something Delaney had not known. It was a 
very worthwhile piece of information. If the bloody excesses 
of the Revolution, combined with his sisters part in the fall of 
the Marquis de St. Cyr, were an affront to his humanistic sensibilities, 
Armand could be used. Indeed, it appeared that 
Blakeney had used him already. 
Still, Im very sorry, Percy. She is your wife, after all. I hope 
you can forgive me. 
Theres nothing to forgive, Tony. The times have given all 
of us strange bedfellows. 
I say, thats a little crude, said Dewhurst, a bit taken aback. 



These days, l have little patience for the delicacies of polite 
behavior, Finn said. It smacks of hypocrisy, what with people 
being slaughtered left and right in the name of liberty, fraternity 
and equality. A poet once said, If you can keep your head 
while all about you are losing theirs. He broke off, realizing 
that the poet in question, Rudyard Kipling, would not be 
born until 1865. Well, I intend to keep my head, he said. And 
to do everything in my power to keep as many as possible from 
losing theirs. The guillotine is an abomination and I have set 
myself the task of denying it as many victims as I can. This is 
the very least that I can do. It wont bring back St. Cyr or make 
the knowledge of Marguerites part in his execution any easier 
to bear, but if I can spare others from his fate, any risk would 
be worthwhile. Its not enough to simply spirit one aristocrat 


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out of the country. I must try to save as many as I can and then 
rub Fouquier Tinvilles nose in it! 
In principle, Im all for it, Dewhurst said, but in practice, 
it would be quite dangerous. Then, too, there is the matter of 
Lady Blakeneys views, although I hesitate to dwell upon the 
matter. 
She must never know, of course, said Finn. I will have to 
work in secret. 
Then each of those you help will have to be sworn to secrecy, 
as well, said Dewhurst. The only thing is, despite all 
good intentions, secrets do not remain secrets for long when 
those who share them grow great in number. 
Finn nodded. Im certain that the Duc de Chalis can be 
trusted not to speak of his benefactors. As for any others, Ill 
have to take great pains to conceal my identity from them. 
Any subterfuge along those lines would come to nought 
the moment anyone inquired as to the identity of the owner of 
this boat, said Dewhurst. You cannot hope to use the Day 
Dream in your plans and still remain unknown. She is far from 
being inconspicuous and she wont be lost among more common 
craft. 
Finn smiled. Then I shall sell her. 
Dewhurst frowned. But then, how 
After all, continued Finn, Ive grown tired of traveling and 
Im on my way back to England to take charge of my affairs. I 
no longer have need of such an extravagant yacht since I will 
be staying in London most of the time. As a matter of fact, Ive 
already sold her. 
What? To whom? 
Why, to you, Tony. 
To me? 
Yes, to you. Youve wanted her for years, havent you? Youve 
been after me to sell the Day Dream to you for as long as weve 
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What? Percy, what on earth are you talking about? Ive 
never 
Yes, I know youve never done any such thing. You know it 
and I know it, but no one else knows it and thats all that really 
matters. 
I dont understand this at all, Percy. What the devil are you 
getting at? 
Look, Tony, you dont spend all of your time sailing about 



in the English Channel, do you? Being the new owner of such 
a fine boat, is there any reason why you shouldnt realize some 
profit from her? Allow Briggs to take on some small commissions 
to help pay for the Day Dreams upkeep and keep the 
crew from being idle? As a matter of fact, the moment we return 
to England, youll be offered just such a commission, by 
an agent whose name you will conveniently forget. You will 
be very much surprised when you discover that it was for the 
purpose of helping the Duc de Chalis escape from France. 
When you discover this extraordinary fact, youll be so astonished 
and delighted that, as a gesture of noble idealism, you 
will instruct Briggs to keep the boat available to this unknown 
adventurer, whose face no one will ever see. You and Ffoulkes 
will make a grand show of helping the new arrivals find a place 
for themselves in England. Youll speak a great deal about this 
man of mystery whose cause you have elected to support, even 
though you dont know anything about him. Finn grinned. 
Before too long, Im certain that youll be receiving contributions 
from everyone in London to pass on to Briggs, so that he 
can give it to the agents of this adventurer. If its managed 
right, we can make him a folk hero. 
Dont you mean make yourself a folk hero? Dewhurst said 
with a smirk. Why this sudden modesty, Percy? 
Because it isnt really me, said Finn. I dont matter, not as 
Percy Blakeney, individual. Its the principle involved, the idea 
of the thing. Suppose for a moment that I acted as myself, as 


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Percy Blakeney, smuggling people out of France at great risk 
to myself. What would the resulting public opinion be? Some 
would support me, to be sure, others would think I was a fool. 
As that faction in Parliament who oppose our intervention in 
the Revolution say, Let em murder! I would attract some attention 
for a while as a man with the courage to act on his 
convictions, but in due course, the novelty would wear off and 
people would grow bored with the whole thing. On the other 
hand, people love a mystery. If we have some romantic, unknown 
adventurer cheating the guillotine of victims, that would 
capture the publics fancy. Who is he? Where did he come from? 
What is he like, this anonymous crusader against injustice? 
Its not the man that counts, Tony, its the image. You see what 
I mean, dont you? 
Aye, I do. It strikes me that youve missed your calling, Percy. 
You should have been a politician or a dramatist. You seem to 
have an uncanny knack for understanding public opinion and 
emotions. As you say, the imagination of the people would indeed 
be captured by an adventurer such as you describe, a 
crusader who cloaks himself in mystery. Such a figure would 
appear to be larger than life and would become a cause clbre. 
Precisely. We can all help to create him together, said Finn. 
We can recruit others into our cause, though we must do so 
with great care. We will form a league together, with this unknown 
crusader as our leader. The role that you and Ffoulkes 
must play in public must be that of men who are only involved 
indirectly with this man. It must be necessary for you to be 
able to account for your activities at the times when this crusader 
is at work; this is for your safety. 
Why must we be known to be involved at all? said 
Dewhurst. 
Because I shall need my Boswells, said Delaney. It will 



be necessary for the public to know something of the activities 
of this crusader if we are to curry their favor. Publicly, you will 


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attest to his existence, though you will claim to know nothing 
of him whatsoever. You will be contacted by his league, his 
agents, by surreptitious means and told when to prepare for 
receiving escapees from France. Publicly, you will never set 
foot on French soil. Rather, you will instruct Briggs when to 
have the Day Dream ready, when and where to have her waiting 
to accept aristocrats saved by our crusader. When they 
arrive in England, they will then be in your charge and you 
and Ffoulkes will help them find a place in our society. This 
will leave you free to speak of this crusader and his league as 
the two of you, perhaps more than any others, will then be in 
a position to wonder at his true identity. You can help to fan 
the flame of public curiosity and in this manner elicit their 
support. 
What about yourself? said Dewhurst. You will join us in 
this charade? 
No, I will not, said Finn. I must create about myself an 
aura such that will insure that I can never be suspect in this 
matter. Only then will I be free to act. I shall have to be an 
even greater actor than my wife, for I will have to fool her, 
along with everybody else. None but you and Ffoulkes, as well 
as Briggs, for I must take him into my confidence, must know 
the part that I will play in all of this. 
What of the Duc de Chalis? Dewhurst said. 
I shall have to speak with him and prepare him for the part 
he is to play, said Finn. As for the rest of it, you are quite 
right. We must limit the number of those who share our secret. 
Dewhurst smiled. I must say, it all sounds like a great deal 
of fun. 
It will be very dangerous, said Finn. 
Dewhurst shrugged. It will be fine sport. And what is sport 
without some element of risk? He laughed. By God, Im really 
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Finn smiled. We have already started, Tony. Lets have a 
drink on it. To the speedy and safe arrival of Andrew Ffoulkes 
and to the creation of our mysterious crusader! 
Finn took a sip of rum and then passed it to Dewhurst. 
What shall we call him, then? said Dewhurst. He will have 
to have a name, this flower of English manhood pitted against 
the fleur-de-lis of France. 
Yes, he shall, said Finn, or he will be a common flower, 
indeed. 
Dewhurst chuckled. Even a common English wayside 
flower smells sweeter to me than any of those that grow in 
France. 
A common English wayside flower, said Finn, musing. Say, 
like a pimpernel? 
The pimpernel, said Dewhurst, considering. He grinned. 
The Scarlet Pimpernel! 
Finn raised his eyebrows. It has a sort of ring to it. 
I like it, Dewhurst said. He raised the flask in a toast. To 
the League of the Scarlet Pimpernel! 
The Fishermans Rest in Dover, in the county of Kent, was a 
warm and pleasant sanctuary from the damp and piscatory air 



of the cliffside town. They came in out of the mist to be greeted 
by the welcome warmth and glow of Mr. Jellybands fireplace. 
The proprietor, a jovial, well-girthed innkeeper with a balding 
pate and a hail-fellow-well-met air, bowed to them as they 
came in and immediately dispatched his serving girl to the 
kitchen with orders for the help to snap to, as obviously 
well-heeled patrons had arrived. 
The inn had more of the air of a country hostel than a 
fishermans rest, for it was clean and bright, with a red-tiled 
floor that was kept spotless and dark oak rafters and beams. 
The tables, though marked with the ancient circles of many 
pewter mugs that had overflowed, were well polished and there 


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were pots of scarlet and blue flowers in the windows. They 
hung up their cloaks and made themselves comfortable at a 
long table Jellyband ushered them to. 
Your pardon, gentlemen, said Jellyband, wringing his 
hands in his obvious anxiety to please, would one of you happen, 
by any chance, to be the honorable Sir Percy Blakeney? 
I have the honor to answer to that name, said Finn. 
Ah, yes, well, there is a young woman here expecting the 
arrival of your lordship, Jellyband said. 
Indeed? said Marguerite. 
One of his lordships servants, I believe, Jellyband added, 
hastily. A young woman of a most peculiar temperament, if 
you will excuse the observation, she was most insistent that 
I 
That would be Andre, I believe, said Finn. 
Andre? said Marguerite. I thought you said that it was a 
young woman? 
Andre is a young woman, my dear, said Finn. Her family 
has served the Blakeneys for years. She was part of the serving 
staff at my estate in Rouen. I sent her on ahead with Lucas 
to make certain that all was in readiness for us at Richmond. 
Regrettably, they were the only two of all my staff there who 
have shown me the least bit of loyalty. The others were all so 
full of revolutionary zeal that they all elected to become free 
citizens and, as such, could hardly be expected to continue in 
the service of a despised aristocrat such as myself. Go and 
fetch her, my good man, he said to Jellyband. Then turning 
to Marguerite, he added, She is of Basque origin, I believe, 
and possesses the roughness and independent spirit of those 
people. She is, however, loyal, and makes an admirable servant. 
Is she pretty? Marguerite said, archly. 
Finn frowned. Pretty? Faith, I cant say as Ive ever noticed, 
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How singularly unobservant of you, Marguerite said. 
Well, at any rate, you may judge for yourself, said Finn. 
She will doubtless be here momentarily. 
The innkeeper returned, with Andre following behind. If 
Marguerite had expected to see a well-turned-out serving girl 
in a clinging bodice darting bold glances at Sir Percy, she was 
disappointed. Andre was dressed in riding boots and breeches. 
She had on a plain brown jacket with a matching waistcoat; a 
white shirt not altogether clean; a bit of lace adornment at the 
throat, begrimed with road dust; and a simple tricorne, which 
she carried in her left hand. Her blond hair was worn loose 



and was considerably shorter than the style of the day dictated. 
I say, said Dewhurst, theres a manly looking wench. 
Shoulders like a farmboys and a manner like a soldiers. 
Marguerite sat silent, appraising Andre. Finn had the feeling 
that Lady Blakeney would just as coolly and as carefully 
take the measure of everyone and everything involved with 
her husband and her new life in England. It was the actress in 
her. She wanted to be thoroughly familiar with the set, to know 
where every light and prop was, where every other actor was 
to stand and what lines he was to deliver. Perhaps Percy 
hadnt noticed whether or not Andre was pretty, but he could 
bet that Lady Blakeney noticed everything. 
Well, then, Andre, Finn said, is everything in readiness 
for us at Richmond? How stands the old estate? I trust that it 
has not fallen into disrepair? 
Oh, no, milord, said Andre. The estate has been kept up 
most admirably and Master Lucas is there presently to make 
certain that all are prepared for your arrival. The news has 
caused a good deal of excitement. There has been a great deal 
of scurrying and cleaning and polishing and several of the 
neighbors have already sent servants to inquire as to when 
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Ah, you see, Dewhurst, said Finn, the Blakeney name still 
stands for something. It appears that we have not been forgotten. 
Or your money has not been forgotten, Marguerite said, 
dryly. 
My name, my money, whats the difference? Finn said with 
an airy wave. If I were a pauper, I would not be a Blakeney, 
nor would you be, my dear, for chances are that I would then 
never have set foot in France to be captivated by your charms. 
What, I see our foods arriving. Andre, have you eaten? No? 
Innkeeper, Jellybelly, whatever your name is, see to it that my 
servants fed, theres a good man. And Andre, after you have 
eaten you may ride ahead and inform Master Lucas that we 
shall be arriving at Richmond this evening, lest something 
should happen to delay us. Lord, there have been enough adventures 
on this trip already! I pray that the remainder of our 
journey will be safely dull and devastating in its boredom. Ive 
had enough stimulation these past several days to last me a 
lifetime! 
If you dont mind, Percy, Marguerite said, rising, I think 
that I will take my meal in my room. I fear that the effects of 
the Channel crossing have not quite worn off and I should like 
to be refreshed and rested before we continue on our way. 
She turned to Dewhurst and smiled. I will leave you gentlemen 
to discuss the pressing matters which no doubt await us 
all in London. Since the neighbors are inquiring as to our arrival 
time, doubtless they plan some entertainment and, in such 
a case, if Lady Blakeney is to be shown off to her best advantage, 
it would be well that she were rested. You may send for 
me after you have had your port and pipes and are ready to 
continue. 
She curtsied and departed. 
Dewhurst shook his head. Faith, Percy, if you are out to 
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Oh, there is one thing more, milord, said Andre, that 
Master Lucas bid me bring to your attention. 
And what would that be, pray? said Finn. 
A minor matter, surely, Andre replied, guardedly, and 
nothing that should overly concern your lordship. Rather, it is 
a matter for the gamekeeper, though Master Lucas wished me 
to inform you of it in the event that it required his attention 
and he was not there to greet you when you arrived. 
Finn frowned. What on earth was she getting at? 
Why should Lucas be concerned over something that would 
be the province of the gamekeeper? he said, genuinely 
puzzled. 
Well, milord, it seems that some animal has been hard at 
work butchering the grouse on your estate, said Andre. The 
gamekeeper has been at a loss to trap it and he keeps insisting 
that it is some exotic creature not native to these parts. Master 
Lucas has resolved to look into the matter personally, in case 
the gamekeeper has been drinking overmuch or doing some 
poaching on the side and blaming it on this unlikely creature. 
At the mention of the words, not native to these parts, Finn 
came fully on the alert. 
What sort of creature does the gamekeeper say it is, pray 
tell? he said, feigning only mild curiosity. 
Andre stared at him steadily. A mongoose, milord. 
What, a mongoose, did you say? said Dewhurst. Surely, 
you must be mistaken. A weasel or a ferret, perhaps, even 
though such creatures do not normally kill grouse, but surely 
not a mongoose. There are no mongoose in England. Such 
creatures are generally found in India and thereabouts. Youre 
quite certain that he said it was a mongoose? 
Quite certain, milord, said Andre. She glanced again at 
Finn. As I said, a creature not native to these parts. 
How very interesting, said Dewhurst. This servant of 


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yours, Percy, would he know a mongoose if he saw one? 
Most assuredly, said Finn. Lucas was a sailor once and 
he has also been a tracker. He has hunted all over the world. 
He sounds like quite a fellow, Dewhurst said. Im looking 
forward to meeting him. Still, a mongoose! Well, I suppose it 
might be possible. I have heard that these creatures are frequently 
captured and domesticated in the east. Perhaps someone 
brought one into England and it got away, reverting to its 
wild state. 
Well, I shall hope that Lucas catches it, whatever it may be, 
before the creature spoils the shooting, Finn said. However, 
he knew that Andre was not referring to an animal. The only 
mongoose they all knew was human and he was highly dangerous. 
Moreover, he was supposed to be confined to the 27th 
century, barred from field work. Finn met Andres gaze and 
saw by the expression on her face that he had guessed correctly. 
So they had not seen the last of Mongoose, after all. That 
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The Blakeney estate in Richmond was an elegant testimony 
to the fortune amassed by Sir Algernon Blakeney before his 
wife was struck down with her unfortunate malady. Having 
exhausted all hope of curing her in England, the elder Blakeney 



had sought the advice of countless physicians abroad, all to no 
avail. She died, hopelessly insane. Algernon Blakeney could 
not bear to return to his estate, where everything reminded 
him of the life he shared with his beloved wife, but he could 
not bear to sell it, either. Leaving the estate and the management 
of his fortune in capable and trusted hands, he lived out 
what life was left to him traveling abroad. His solicitors looked 
after his interests back in England, knowing that young Percy 
would one day return to claim his rightful place and title. 
Percy, or Finn, was now returning to discover that his wealth 
had increased tenfold due to shrewd management and that, 
as a result, there was now a great deal of interest in him. What 
little was known of him filtered back to England from Zurich, 
Genoa and Brussels, news of him brought back by travelers 
and friends such as Ffoulkes and Dewhurst, wealthy scions 
both, who had spent time with him abroad. 
The coach turned into the drive leading up to the entrance 
of the palatial red-brick mansion, which dated back to the 
Tudor days. The grounds covered some 2500 acres and encompassed 
a wooded area that teemed with deer; a number of 
ponds ranging in size from small tree-shaded pools to little 
lakes, all stocked with fish, several immaculately maintained 
parks with graceful gardens; white gravel paths and 
ivy-covered gazebos and guest houses; and smaller cottages 
reserved for the serving staff who did not reside in the mansion 
itself, these being the gamekeeper, the stableboys and 
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All were supported by the Blakeney fortune and the patronage 
of less well-heeled gentry, who were allowed the use of the 
grounds occasionally for the purposes of shoots and riding to 
hounds. This practice, initiated in Blakeneys absence by his 
solicitors, helped to support the estate and keep the serving 
staff in trim, as well as the hounds from growing fat and lazy. 
Now, with the return of Blakeney, the tenure of such usage 
was in doubt and many among the local bluebloods were on 
tenterhooks, anxious to curry favor with young Blakeney so 
that he would not, by his resumption of the tenancy, put an 
end to their recreations. Finn found a large number of calling 
cards awaiting him and no small amount of invitations to parties, 
balls and dinners. Among these were invitations from 
personages no less illustrious than Lord Grenville, the Foreign 
Secretary, and His Royal Highness, the Prince of Wales. 
Marguerite was quite obviously taken aback by the splendor 
of the estate. She had known, of course, that she had married 
an extremely wealthy man, but it was not the palatial representation 
of that wealth that so impressed her so much as 
the sheer beauty of the grounds. Finn, on the other hand, affected 
boredom and leaned back in his seat with his eyes half 
closed. 
The coach pulled up in front of the Elizabethan entrance 
hall, stopping between the steps leading up into the house and 
a huge sundial on the beautifully trimmed lawn. Andre had 
ridden on ahead, as directed, and now a small platoon of 
grooms stood by to receive them and the coach. As Finn and 
Marguerite disembarked, the coach was taken to the stables 
some distance away and servants busied themselves carrying 
their things into the house. Dewhurst had remained behind in 
Dover, to await the arrival of Andrew Ffoulkes and his charges 



and to deliver a message to the Duc de Chalis from Sir Percy 
Blakeney. 
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Lucas having obviously established himself as chief 
whipcracker with the staff. He was attired elegantly in a dark 
green jacket with a high collar and wide lapels, black breeches, 
clean stockings and shiny buckle shoes. Andre had changed 
into a simple dress and, though Finn knew well that she despised 
it, she had put on a wig to create an air of subdued 
femininity. She looked well enough, but she was obviously 
uncomfortable and it showed in her manner. 
Finn noted that Lucas had already arranged things so that 
Sir Percy Blakeney and his wife would occupy two separate 
suites of apartments above the reception rooms, each separated 
from the other by the width of the entire house. Marguerite 
made no comment concerning this arrangement and 
allowed herself to be shown to her suite by Andre. Lucas directed 
the other servants to take Finns portmanteau and chests 
up to his rooms and then waited until they had all departed 
and he was alone with Finn. 
Shes a hell of a fine-looking woman, Lucas said, nodding 
in the direction Marguerite had taken. Considering the way 
things stand, I hope youve kept your hands off her. 
I have, but it hasnt been easy, Finn said. 
She could cause some trouble. 
I know. But forget about Marguerite for now. Whats this 
about Mongoose? Are you telling me hes here? 
Lucas nodded. Yeah. Surprise. 
Youre sure? 
Im sure, said Lucas, taking his arm. Come on, lets take 
a walk. I dont feel especially safe discussing this inside. Everyone 
here is mighty curious about you and I wouldnt want 
us to be overheard. 
They went outside into the growing darkness and followed 
a gravel path that led to a garden at the side of the sprawling 
mansion. Here, after they passed through a gate of hedges, 
there was privacy for them where they could either stroll 


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through the maze of immaculate hedgerows taller than a man 
or sit and talk in one of several green enclosures in which 
marble benches had been placed, as well as marble urns for 
the knocking out of pipe dottles. 
A guy could get lost in here, said Finn. 
He could, if he didnt know the trick, said Lucas. You can 
see into the maze from the upstairs terrace. It looks deceptively 
simple until you get down here. Algernon Blakeney had 
a pranksters sense of humor. From upstairs, you can see people 
muddling about down here, trying to find their way out. You 
can see which way they have to go, but they cant. I memorized 
the sequence of the turns you have to take, but it wasnt 
until I actually got down here that I discovered that theres a 
key to the maze thatll guide you out in case you forgot the 
way. Notice how the benches are placed? Theres a bench near 
every key branching off point. The placement of the marble 
urns, whether on the right or left hand side of the benches, 
tells you which way you have to go. 
They came to a bench and sat down, hidden from any prying 



eyes except those which might be watching from the upstairs 
terrace. However, in the growing darkness, they were 
almost invisible. 
Lucas took a deep breath and let it out slowly. The other 
day, one of the grooms came up to me and handed me a note, 
addressed to Sir Percy Blakeney. Thinking it might be yet another 
invitation or some such thing, I didnt open it right away. 
I should have. It was from Mongoose. It seems that hes our 
contact. Oh, and by the way, the groom was a tall, dark-haired 
fellow with a beard. Ive since discovered that none of 
Blakeneys grooms wear beards. Mongoose still likes playing 
games with cute disguises. 
Finn shook his head. I dont believe it. How in hell did he 
manage to pull field duty after screwing up so badly on the 
Timekeeper case? I thought Forrester said hed been demoted 


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to the TIAs evaluations section? How did he wind up in the 
Observers? 
He does have the necessary qualifications, Lucas said. 
I know that. I just cant believe that the Observers would 
accept him after he almost blew an adjustment. Besides, doesnt 
it strike you as one hell of a coincidence that our paths just 
happened to cross again? 
No more of a coincidence than our meeting up with Andre 
in 17th Century Paris, said Lucas. 
Maybe, said Finn. Back when I was in RCS, we did a whole 
year on coincidence as it relates to the Fate Factor. We used to 
call it zen physics. But I somehow doubt that temporal inertia 
had anything to do with Mongooses showing up here at 
the same time as we did. 
Youre thinking that its too much of a coincidence. 
Thats exactly what Im thinking. In fact, Ive thought of 
little else since Andre gave me your message back in Dover. I 
just cant see him being given an assignment in the field after 
what happened. I cant believe its on the level. It occurs to me 
that if he had spent some time in evaluating TIA data, then he 
had access to the records. He might have indulged in some 
kind of creative programming. 
That occurred to me as well, said Lucas, but I wanted to 
hear you say it, just to convince myself that I wasnt getting 
too paranoid. Still, what were talking about is computer crime. 
Unauthorized access and alteration of classified information 
would carry a sentence of life imprisonment. No reeducation, 
no parole, just hard time in confined social service. Would 
Mongoose chance something like that? 
Weve already established that hes several cards short of a 
full deck, said Finn. Hes a megalomaniac who thinks that 
he can get away with anything. But thats not what worries 
me. Were the ones who caused his fall from grace as the TIAs 
number-one field operative. Were also the ones who blocked 


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the agencys attempt to muscle in on the armys jurisdiction in 
adjustment missions. 
Mongoose brought what happened on himself, said Lucas. 
You dont really expect him to see it that way, do you? Finn 
asked. Not our boy Mongoose. His ego couldnt handle that. 
You been in touch with Fitzroy about this? 
Lucas shook his head. I didnt want to do anything until I 



talked to you first. According to the note I got from Mongoose, 
Fitzroys set up a safehouse in Paris so he can be close to where 
the action is. Mongoose is our contact in England, which means 
that if I push the panic button, hes going to respond and not 
Fitzroy. At least, thats the way it should work in practice. You 
think hell answer if we signal? 
Im not sure what to think, said Finn. It doesnt look good. 
The first year of RCS includes some heavy courses in advanced 
computer science, doesnt it? said Lucas. You take 
that and add it to the fact that Mongoose had to have top clearance 
to work in the evaluations section and youve got all the 
necessary ingredients for his figuring out a way to program an 
unauthorized transfer. Still, I dont see how he could possibly 
hope to get away with it. He might be smart enough to have 
figured out a way to beat the safeguards in the TIA data banks 
and to have interfaced with the Temporal Corps personnel files, 
but the records could still be cross-checked against the Referee 
Corps databanks. 
But there would be no reason for anyone to run a crosscheck 
on him unless someone specifically brought the matter up, 
said Finn. The refs have too much to do to bother running 
routine checks on personnel records. Hell, maybe were way 
off base and someone just screwed up and approved his transfer. 
You think maybe Darrow mightve covered for him? Lucas 
said. Mongoose was his top agent, after all. He had a good 
record until he got in over his head. The fact that Darrow didnt 


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bust him out of the agency proves that he was protective of his 
people. 
But Darrow resigned as director after that whole Timekeeper 
flap, said Finn. 
So? said Lucas. He resigned because his position gave 
him the luxury to do so. Mongoose wouldve been stuck in an 
administrative job. Forrester might have considered it a slap 
on the wrist, but Mongoose loved field work. We both know he 
got high off taking chances. For him, a desk job wouldve been 
slow death and with a new director coming in, a black mark 
like endangering an adjustment mission might have cost him 
even that job in a periodic review. Darrow might have done 
him one last favor before he left. 
Its possible, said Finn. In any case, theres no way Im 
going to work with him again. Im going to have to lay the law 
down to Fitzroy. Either Mongoose gets pulled off this mission 
or the Scarlet Pimpernel goes on strike for the duration. 
Dont be ridiculous, said Lucas. You know you cant do 
that. 
Yeah, youre right. Thats wishful thinking. Still, we can do 
our damnedest to convince Fitzroy that Mongoose represents 
a threat to this operation. Were not exactly his favorite people. 
Hes got it in for us, Im sure of it. This is all just a bit too 
serendipitous. 
You dont suppose hed purposely jeopardize an adjustment 
just for his own personal. Lucass voice trailed off. 
Yeah, funny thing about that, Finn said. Thats exactly 
what he did the last time. He almost blew the mission just so 
he could fight his own private war against the Timekeepers. It 
wouldnt be out of character for him. Ive got this feeling of 
deja vu and I dont care for it one bit. 
Well, all this guesswork isnt going to get us anywhere, 



said Lucas. Were going to have to find out for sure what the 
situation is. I think Id better send Andre back to Paris to see 


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Fitzroy. 
Finn shook his head. No, you go. Besides, I need her here 
to keep an eye on Marguerite. You could do a better job of 
convincing Fitzroy to check him out than Andre could. The 
fact that Mongoose is here and apparently acting like nothing 
ever happened has me extremely nervous. If were wrong about 
him and everything is on the level, youre going to have to 
make Fitzroy understand that Mongoose is a bad risk. If were 
not wrong, then weve got trouble and were going to need 
some help. 
Ill leave right away, said Lucas. Ill get back as quickly as 
I can, but meanwhile, watch yourself, okay? 
Count on it, said Finn. 
The social pecking order had to be observed, which meant 
that the invitation of the Prince of Wales had to be accepted 
first. However, when the princes invitation was replied to, he 
responded by saying that he would be most pleased to welcome 
Sir Percy Blakeney back to his native England officially 
and that he could think of no finer way to mark the occasion 
than a shoot at Richmond with a group of boon companions, 
followed by a housewarming dinner. In this manner, the future 
King George IV of England invited himself and most of 
London society to Richmond, which made it incumbent upon 
Finn to crack the whip in Lucass absence and personally see 
to it that the Blakeney estate would be prepared for the invasion. 
In a way, it was advantageous for him in that it took up a 
great deal of his time and Marguerite, as hostess, also had a 
great many preparations to make. As a result, she and Finn 
did not see very much of each other during the next several 
days. Finn did not complain. She made him feel very ill at ease. 
They hardly spoke to each other beyond the necessary polite 
exchanges and the strain of it, as well as her obviously grow 


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ing disenchantment and resentment, was wearing on him. 
Entertaining the Prince of Wales would naturally mean that 
anyone who mattered in the proper social circles would be in 
attendance, which would give Finn an excellent opportunity 
to establish the character of Sir Percy Blakeney in precisely 
the manner he intended. It would also provide an excellent 
opportunity to introduce the Scarlet Pimpernel to England. 
Sir Andrew Ffoulkes had returned from France, along with 
the old Duc de Chalis and his sons. On a trip to London to see 
Blakeneys solicitors, Finn had a chance to look up Ffoulkes, 
who had already been briefed by Dewhurst concerning their 
forthcoming plans. Delaney found Andrew Ffoulkes to be an 
amiable, easygoing young man in his late twenties, tall and 
slim with dark hair, a clever look about his angular features, 
and a charming, deferential manner. Ffoulkes, like Dewhurst, 
was a wealthy young man, although his personal fortune paled 
into insignificance when compared to Blakeneys. Ffoulkes kept 
an elegantly understated suite of apartments in London and it 
was there that they all met to begin planning out the activities 
of their creation, the crusader who would shortly become 
known throughout all of England as the Scarlet Pimpernel. 
They began to form their league. Ffoulkes and Dewhurst 



would, naturally, be the first and senior members, taking their 
direction from Blakeney. Lucas and Andre would act as their 
links to Blakeney when he could not contact them himself. 
Together, the three of them discussed the possibility of recruiting 
fellow adventurers to their cause. 
Dewhurst proposed five members, whose personal qualities 
and qualifications were discussed at length; Ffoulkes 
brought up four names. They talked about it late into the night 
and it was decided that all would make good candidates, providing 
that they could take direction without question and 
never be informed of the Pimpernels true identity. 
All right, then, Finn said, when they had finished for the 


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night, I suggest that the two of you begin approaching those 
whom weve agreed upon discreetly and sound them out as to 
their feelings on this matter. Be very circumspect initially and 
if you have any doubt as to the degree of their commitment, 
let the matter go no further. Are we agreed? 
Agreed,  said Ffoulkes. 
Agreed, said Dewhurst. 
Good, said Finn. In that case, we shall meet again at Richmond. 
Confer with de Chalis once again and make certain that 
he knows what to do. Weve made a good beginning, gentlemen. 
Now lets start gathering momentum. 
Andre felt sorry for Marguerite Blakeney. She couldnt help 
it. Since Lady Blakeney had arrived at Richmond, Andre had 
been spending a great deal of time with her, both to help keep 
a distance between her and Finn and to keep track of her so 
that she would not inadvertently cause any element of the adjustment 
to go awry. 
Although she knew that Marguerite St. Just had been instrumental 
in sending the Marquis de St. Cyr and all his family 
to the guillotine, it was difficult to believe that Lady Marguerite 
Blakeney could have been involved in such a thing. 
Andre wanted very much to question her about it, but she could 
not bring herself to do so. For one thing, as a servant, it was 
not her place. For another, it was not a topic of conversation 
that could be easily brought up. She had no idea how Lady 
Blakeney would react if she asked her about St. Cyr and she 
didnt want to risk doing anything that would interfere with 
Finns work in the slightest. She had to keep reminding herself 
that she was a soldier and that she could not allow her 
personal feelings to enter into the situation. There was far more 
at stake than the welfare of one woman. 
However, on the other hand, she wished that there was something 
she could do to ease Lady Blakeneys burden. She her 


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self was far from being unblooded. Andre had killed many men. 
Sometimes, the cause had been just, but other times, it had 
not been. Marguerite Blakeney had the blood of a family of 
French aristocrats upon her hands. When compared to the 
amount of lives that Andre had taken, it was a small thing, 
indeed. Andre could not bring herself to feel guilt or to bear 
blame for anything that she had done, although she had a few 
regrets. Given that, it was difficult to take the attitude that 
Marguerite Blakeney deserved no pity for having sent St. Cyr 
to the block. She did not know the circumstances attending 
the St. Cyr affair. Perhaps there was a reason, some explanation 



for why Marguerite had done what she had done. Certainly, 
it was hard to believe that she could have acted coldly 
in the matter, without remorse, having condemned an entire 
family simply because her society had determined that aristocrats 
were enemies of France. After all, Marguerite St. Just 
had married an aristocrat, albeit an English one, and now possessed 
a title herself. 
As the wife of a baronet, Marguerite Blakeney was more than 
entitled to act the part, to treat people of a lesser social class 
as inferiors, to act as though the servants were nothing but 
possessions or menial employees, part of the woodwork. But 
Marguerite was kind and considerate to all the members of 
the household. Within days after her arrival at the Blakeney 
estate, she had won the love and unswerving loyalty of all the 
staff, who went out of their way to see to her comfort and to 
make her feel welcome. The stablemaster saw to it that she 
had the gentlest horse and he was thrilled beyond all measure 
when Marguerite, though vastly inexperienced in such things, 
came to assist him when one of the mares was throwing a 
colt. The gamekeeper shyly brought her a baby thrush that 
had fallen from its nest and helped her nurse it back to health. 
Within the week, she had learned the Christian names of all 
the servants and she had made it known to them that if there 


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was anything they needed regarding their own personal matters, 
they were free to come to her for help. The servants, so 
far as Andre knew, were ignorant of the part that Marguerite 
had played in St. Cyrs execution and she was convinced that 
if they were told of it, they would not believe it. She had a hard 
time believing it herself. 
Andre, perhaps much more than Finn or Lucas, was in a 
position to understand the fervor of the French revolutionaries. 
Finn and Lucas had traveled throughout all of time and 
they had seen the cruelty of the haves to the have-nots, 
but Andre had lived it. She had been born a peasant, she had 
been a knight, and she had served a king, or a prince who 
would have been a king. John of Anjou had been a tyrannical, 
ruthless ruler and his brother Richard had not been much better. 
When Richard died and John became the king, his own 
barons had rebelled against him, forcing him to sign the Magna 
Carta. From what she had learned of the history of France, 
the treatment of the French peasantry by the aristocrats was 
not much different from the way that the invading Normans 
had treated the Saxons in the time from which she came. Leaving 
aside the right or wrong of it, Andre could understand why 
the crowds in Paris cheered each descent of Dr. Guillotins 
deadly blade. 
In spite of her effort to maintain a personal detachment, 
Andres heart went out to Marguerite Blakeney. She was a 
stranger in a strange land who did not yet know anyone but 
the servants in her own household, with the sole exception of 
Lord Antony Dewhurst, whom she had met only once. She had 
no friends, this woman who had commanded the respect and 
admiration of the finest minds of Paris, and she believed that 
she had married a man who no longer loved her. Perhaps, 
with Percy Blakeney, that had been the case. His love for her 
might well have died when he found out about St. Cyr, but 
Blakeney was dead now and Finn Delaney had taken his place. 



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Andre had little doubt about Finns feelings. They had fought 
side by side together and they knew each other very well. Perhaps 
Andre even knew Finn better than he knew himself, despite 
the fact that he was several lifetimes older than she was. 
She knew that Finn Delaney was strongly attracted to Marguerite 
Blakeney. She had seen the way he looked at her when 
Marguerites face was turned away. At first, she had thought that 
it was merely lust and perhaps at first it was. Marguerite Blakeney 
was extraordinarily beautiful and Finn Delaney was a rampant 
specimen of manhood. Andre had often thought of bedding him 
herself. However, lust was a thing that was easily satisfied and 
when lust was unrequited, a convenient substitute would often 
do. Finn displayed none of the distemper of a rutting male. Moreover, 
he displayed no inclination to redirect his urge. They were 
close friends as well as comrades in arms and Finn knew well 
that Andre would be more than willing to give him an outlet for 
his tension, but that was not the problem 
Perhaps Finn did not love Marguerite, at least, not yet. However, 
he obviously liked her a great deal. He admired and respected 
her, and Andre knew that he was having the same 
difficulty reconciling Marguerite with the St. Cyr affair that 
Andre was having. She knew that playing the part of an uncaring, 
alienated husband was having its effect on him. He was 
finding the role increasingly more difficult to play and they 
had only been together for a brief length of time. To complicate 
matters even further, Marguerite perceived a change in 
her husband, a change beyond the distance that had grown 
between her and Percy Blakeney before Finn stepped in to 
take his place. She knew that her husband had become a different 
man, though she would never know just how literally 
true that was. 
No amount of research or preparation, even in a case that 
was exhaustively detailed, which this one was not, could ever 
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not been married to Percy Blakeney for very long, she was still 
his wife, prior to becoming his wife, she had been courted by 
him for some length of time. It was only inevitable that she 
would notice some inconsistencies in the behavior of her husband 
and Marguerite was at a loss to account for them. 
At dinner on the second night of their stay in Richmond, she 
had watched with puzzlement as Finn enjoyed three helpings 
of roasted chicken and it was not until Finn had finished the 
last portion that she remarked upon the fact that he had always 
hated chicken, avoiding it because it gave him hives. Finn 
had mentioned the matter to Andre afterwards when he instructed 
her to stay close to Marguerite and gain her confidence, 
so that he would be kept informed if he suddenly exhibited 
any other uncharacteristic behavior. To which end, 
Andre was soon able to tell him that Marguerite was mystified 
as to why he had taken to wearing a gold eyeglass, when he 
had always ridiculed the affectation previously, and that Marguerite 
was astonished at his sudden capacity for wine when 
he had always partaken of it in moderation before, claiming 
that it gave him quite a head whenever he had more than 
three glasses. 
Andre was able to settle her bewilderment in some degree 
after discussing it with Finn and arriving upon a suitable rationalization. 



As one who had served Sir Percy since her childhood, 
she was the logical person for Marguerite to turn to 
with her questions. Andre had explained to Lady Blakeney that 
Sir Percy could be mysteriously changeable. She said that 
he had always been given to caprice and that he sometimes 
devised elaborate justifications for his fancies or dislikes. At 
one time, she said, he grew bored with eating chicken and so 
elected to tell everyone it gave him hives, undoubtedly because 
it seemed a better reason to abstain from it than a simple 
change of taste. The same thing with the wine, she said. Sir 
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extremely hard to please. In order to avoid giving offense, she 
said, he often partook sparingly of an inferior vintage, claiming 
that he had no head for it as an excuse for avoiding further 
irritation of his educated palate. As for the eyeglass, she merely 
shrugged and advanced the theory that perhaps Sir Percy, anxious 
to make a good impression in London society, thought it 
made him look a bit more baronial. 
Sir Percy has always been most concerned about appearances, 
she told Lady Blakeney. But then, of course, you would 
know that very well, my lady. 
Oh, Andre, surely when we speak in confidence like this 
you can call me Marguerite, said Lady Blakeney. After all 
you are the only real friend Ive made thus far in England. 
Andre felt a twinge of conscience at her remark and hesitated 
briefly before continuing. Well, Marguerite, she said, 
I do not think that there is any reason to concern yourself 
about Sir Percys sometimes unpredictable behavior. He is not 
ill or anything at all like that. Rather, much like his father, he 
likes to indulge his whims and passing fancies. 
Ah, well, said Marguerite, sitting on her bed and gazing 
down upon the floor, I fear that I was such a passing fancy. 
Oh, surely not, said Andre. Anyone can see that Sir Percys 
most devoted to you and that 
As you said yourself, Andre, said Marguerite, glancing up 
at her and smiling a bit sadly, Percy seems most concerned 
about appearances. Oh, its true, he was always so, a scrupulous 
follower of fashion, always attempting to decry affectation 
while he himself was so vulnerable to whatever was in 
style, always striving to be the bon vivant and the witty conversationalist 
when his attempts at repartee were so pathetic 
and amusing. You should have seen him at my salon in Paris 
with the likes of Beaumarchais and Saint-Pierre, valiantly trying 
to hold his own and floundering in water leagues over his 
head! None of my friends could understand what I saw in such 


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a fool, but he seemed to worship me with a curious intensity 
of concentrated passion which went straight to my heart. He 
waited on me hand and foot and followed me about like an 
adoring puppy. But all that is over now. I suppose that I was 
just another of his whims, a passing fancy, a victim of his 
changeability. He wanted a pretty, clever wife, someone he 
could show off to his friends and, having attained his goal, 
now he has lost interest in all save those appearances of which 
we speak. I am like that chicken. He has grown bored of the 
taste and all that I can do is wait and hope that one day he will 
crave it once again. He seems so different now in so many 



little ways. Her voice trailed off as she stared out the window 
at the setting sun. 
Sir Percy is a very busy man, said Andre, feebly. If it appears 
that he has little time for you these days 
He has no time for me these days, said Marguerite. You 
are right to defend him, Andre, it is loyal and admirable of 
you, but the truth is that Percy no longer loves me. How else 
can I explain the distance which has grown between us, a distance 
even greater than that which separates his bed from 
mine? I can think of nothing I have done to deserve such treatment 
except, perhaps. 
Except? said Andre in an attempt to prompt her, knowing 
that she was on the verge of bringing up St. Cyr. 
Marguerite shook her head. Im tired, Andre, and I weary 
you with my self-pity. Go now and let me sleep. I must be at 
my best tomorrow so that I may charm the Prince of Wales 
and make my husband the envy of his peers for having such a 
wife. Be off to bed, now. It will be a busy day for all of us tomorrow. 
Andre said good night to her and left the room. She did not 
completely close the door, but left it open just a crack to listen 
for a moment. She heard what she expected, the soft sounds 
of Marguerite Blakeney weeping. 


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5 
The Blakeney estate looked like a scene from an historical 
romance. All day, starting shortly after ten in the morning, 
guests had been arriving for the festivities. Most came in three 
main shifts. The earliest arrivals came for the shoot, attired in 
their finest sporting clothes and bringing with them their guns 
and servants, as well as a full change of clothing for the 
evening. Others came in time for high tea in the afternoon, 
following the shoot. The greatest number came for dinner, 
which was served promptly at seven. 
The grooms were kept busy by the constant stream of 
coaches and carriages as the cream of London society arrived 
with their liveried footmen. A parade of richly enameled 
coaches with gilt trim and coats of arms kept the stablemaster 
and his charges working throughout the day to see to the comfort 
and feeding of the horses. 
By midafternoon, the grounds of the estate were full of strolling 
couples, women in silk dresses and velvet robes, their hair 
elaborately arranged and topped with stylish hats with plumes, 
which they wore at rakish angles; men in suits of velvet and 
brocade and silk, richly embroidered and trimmed with lace 
and gold. Jewelry flashed in the sun, adorning throats and 
bosoms; in some secluded wooded spots, a few daring couples 
sported with no clothes at all, the women biting down on handkerchiefs 
to avoid crying out and drawing attention to their 
scandalous behavior. A large group stood on the upper terrace, 
looking down into the maze and laughing and shouting 
encouragement to those attempting to puzzle out the pathways 
through the hedges and those few who knew the secret 
of the urns kept it to themselves, enjoying the befuddlement 
of their unenlightened friends. 
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Edmund Burke was one of the late arrivals, coming in time for 
dinner. His rival in Parliament, Charles James Fox, followed 



closely on his heels. The Prince of Wales was one of the earlier 
arrivals and, though he shot poorly that day, he enjoyed 
himself immensely, taking a liking to the fashionable Sir Percy 
Blakeney from the start. Sheridan, the playwright 
and-politician, arrived shortly after teatime and began to drink 
at once. A number of the gentlemen started to take bets to see 
how long he would remain standing. 
The Blakeney staff left nothing to be desired as they worked 
tirelessly all day. The cooks outdid themselves with basted 
chicken, roast pheasant, steak and kidney pies, boiled vegetables, 
small sandwiches, scones, biscuits and plum puddings, 
fruits and tarts, and gallons upon gallons of wine and stout. 
There was an orchestra of strings to accompany the dancing 
after dinner and those much too full for such activity retired to 
the sitting rooms, where the women and the men congregated 
separately on either side of the ballroom in their respective 
parlors, the women chatting, sipping cordials, and playing card 
games while the men enjoyed their pipes and port. 
Beneath a haze of smoke, they puffed on their long clay 
churchwardens and short clay pocket pipes filled with shag 
and Latakia. Several of the wealthier guests proudly showed 
off their meerschaums, which were in great demand, but could 
only be procured by those rich enough to hire skilled carvers 
to create them. Intricately carved from deposits of hydrous silicate 
of magnesia, a mineral substance formed by nature from 
the remains of prehistoric sea creatures, these exquisite pipes 
were treasured by their owners, who were fond of comparing 
their abilities to season them. Several of the gentlemen actually 
had their servants instructed in the proper art of smoking 
them, so that the pipes could be smoked constantly throughout 
the day until, after some two hundred bowlfuls or more, 
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to a golden yellow and finally to a rich, dark brown. These 
pipes were as ostentatious as Sir Percys guests and they represented 
the wealth, stature, and fancies of the men who 
smoked them. Some were artfully carved into the shapes of 
stags being attacked by wolves, others bore the aspect of hunters 
and their dogs, nude women and the heads of 17th-century 
noblemen. Everywhere there was evidence of pampered luxury 
and rich indulgence and, in such surroundings, it was hard to 
believe that just across the Channel, there were people starving 
in the streets of Paris. 
Marguerite Blakeney was the instant center of attention, attired 
elegantly, yet simply in a dress of ivory-colored silk, which 
set off her auburn hair and fair complexion to their best advantage. 
Her easy manner, her sweet, musical voice, and her 
delightful, carefree laugh immediately captivated all the men, 
and her graceful charm and open friendliness held off the envy 
of the women who had not been so richly blessed by nature. 
Everyone admired Sir Percy Blakeneys clever, witty wife and 
although they found Sir Percy to be a charming, outrageously 
stylish, and generally decent fellow, they wondered at the pairing 
of this bright, elegant French actress and the vague, inane, 
and dull-witted peacock who was all plumage and no substance. 
The women smiled knowing smiles and said that Marguerite 
had married Blakeney for his money, though not one 
of them faulted her for making a good match. The men, especially 
the younger ones, paid careful attention to the exaggerated, 



incroyable fashion of his Parisian suit, his droll, insouciant 
manner, and his fatuous laugh. In Blakeney, they saw a 
proper model to emulate: a man of studied elegance, good 
grace, and vapid wit; someone socially companionable, yet 
non-threatening; rich, yet unambitious; gregarious, yet unprepossessing; 
politic, yet apolitical. In short, a man perfectly 
suited to climb to the highest rung of the social ladder and 
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The highlight of the evening, however, occurred when Andrew 
Ffoulkes arrived, along with Tony Dewhurst, just as dessert 
was being served, the timing of their arrival having been 
agreed upon between the three of them and prearranged. They 
brought with them, of course, the distinguished Duc de Chalis. 
There had been, since the beginning of the French Revolution, 
a steady stream of French emigrs arriving on the shores 
of England. It began, for the most part, in 1790, in the month 
of February, when the National Assembly introduced a new 
military constitution allowing for conscription and abolishing 
the purchase of commissions. When, in 1791, the Legislative 
Assembly replaced the oath of allegiance to the king with a 
new military oath, the aim being to prevent an army of Royalists 
that would be in opposition to the Revolution, military officers, 
most of them noblemen, left France in droves. They 
were soon followed by civilian aristocrats, who saw the writing 
on the wall; it thereafter became quite commonplace to 
hear the kings English being mutilated in drawing rooms 
throughout all of London and its environs. However, in recent 
months, when the blood of the ci-devant oppressors was needed 
to fuel revolutionary fervor, the steady stream had become an 
almost nonexistent trickle and, as a result, the sudden appearance 
of the Duc de Chalis was an occasion for surprise and 
speculation. 
A murmuring went through the crowd when de Chalis was 
announced. With all seated at the dining tables, Ffoulkes, 
Dewhurst and de Chalis at once became the focus of everyones 
attention. Surprising as the French aristocrats arrival was, even 
more surprising was his announcement that he had only narrowly 
escaped the guillotine, having received the death sentence 
from the Committee of Public Safety, and that he and his 
sons would have been headless corpses had they not been rescued 
by a daring Englishman. 
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the pleasure of your company, good sir? the Prince of Wales 
asked. 
I regret to say, said the elderly de Chalis, in perfect although 
accented English, that I cannot tell you his name, Your 
Highness. 
What? said the prince. But see here, my dear fellow, we 
must know the name of this brave chap, so that we may single 
him out for the accolades which are justly his. This is no time 
for modesty. England needs her heroes. Tell the fellow to come 
forth! 
I am afraid that I have been misunderstood, Your Highness, 
said the duke. I did not mean that I will not tell you his name, 
but that I cannot tell you his name. It is unknown to me. What 
is more, I can no more describe him to you and this fine assemblage 



than I can tell you his name. I have learned that I 
have never seen his true face. 
At this remark, another wave of murmuring swept through 
the crowd, but it was brought to a quick halt by the Prince of 
Wales rapping his hand upon the table for silence. 
But how is this possible, Monsieur le Duc? How can this 
man have rescued you from certain death and you have never 
seen his face? 
I have never seen his true face, Your Highness, replied de 
Chalis. This Englishman is a consummate actor and a master 
of disguise. I know him only by a curious appellation imparted 
to me by certain individuals who are in league with 
him. This man prefers to do his work in secret and it seems 
that he has set himself the task of saving as many innocent 
lives from the guillotine as possible. Would that I knew his 
name and face so I could thank him, for I owe him everything, 
but all I know of this gallant gentleman is that he calls himself 
the Scarlet Pimpernel.  
Say what? slurred Sheridan, leaning forward drunkenly 
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did you say? 
Oh, hush, Richard! said his dinner partner, an aspiring 
actress well out of her depth in this society, whose knees had 
been tightly clamped together throughout all of dinner in order 
to frustrate Sheridans groping fingers. She gave him a 
shove with her elbow, not very hard, but hard enough, considering 
his state, to topple him from his chair and send him to 
the floor, where he remained. 
A gentleman seated across from him turned to face a friend 
of his across the table and, indicating the seat vacated by the 
dramatist, quickly said, Thats five pounds you owe me. 
The Scarlet Pimpernel, said Dewhurst, at the same time 
motioning the servants to prepare a place for the old Frenchman 
at the table. A small, star-shaped red flower, I believe. 
How very fascinating! said Lord Grenville. I say, Dewhurst, 
can you shed any light upon this situation? 
Only a little, Im afraid, milord. For the most part, I am as 
much in the dark about this singular gentleman as are the rest 
of you. As some of you may know, Percy and I are old acquaintances, 
having met abroad and spent much pleasurable time 
together on numerous occasions. Percy was the proud owner 
of an absolutely splendid yacht, a beauty of a schooner called 
the Day Dream. We had sojourned in the Bay of Biscay aboard 
that lovely craft and I had determined that I had to have her. 
The Pimpernel, Dewhurst! said the Prince of Wales. What 
of this Scarlet Pimpernel? 
Im getting to that, Your Highness, Dewhurst said, beginning 
to saunter round the table slowly, enjoying his role immensely. 
He came to the spot where Sheridan had fallen, 
stepped over him and paused a moment, then picked up the 
playwrights glass, which was still three-quarters full. Faith 
and I believe ole Richards finished with this glass. Well, waste 
not, want not. He took a sip, then glanced down at the floor. 
I say, Burke, Ive heard that Sheridan could really hold the 


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floor in Parliament and now I see that hes adept at holding 
the floor here, as well. 



This sally was greeted with uproarious laughter and Edmund 
Burke, especially, laughed heartily, pounding on the table and 
shouting, Well said, well said! 
Tony, stop with this nonsense and get on with it! said William 
Pitt. What does Percys boat have to do with this mysterious 
Scarlet Pimpernel? 
A great deal, Bill, a very great deal, said Dewhurst, and I 
might add that it is my boat, now. 
What? said Marguerite. Percy, you sold the Day Dream to 
Tony Dewhurst? 
Odds life, mdear, said Finn, what do I need with such a 
boat in London? Sail her upon the Thames? Better employ a 
racing horse to pull a plough, I say. 
Yes, well, Percy sold the Day Dream to me, Dewhurst went 
on, and I might add that he was very generous, doubtless 
anxious to stop my constant pestering of him on that account. 
Well, gentlemen and ladies, much as I am loath to admit it, I 
am not much of a sailor, Im afraid. In fact, Im not a sailor at 
all, being quite content to leave such matters in the very capable 
hands of the Day Dreams Captain Briggs, who had 
agreed, with Percys urging, to stay on with his entire crew. 
However, I suddenly found myself in the situation of a child 
whose eyes were bigger than his mouth, for when I sat down 
with Briggs and became acquainted with the amount needed 
for the upkeep of the Day Dream, I was somewhat taken aback. 
I mean, what do I know of such things as hauling, painting, 
scraping, caulking, and so on? Though I am not known for 
being frugal, I could see that I had acquired a most expensive 
toy. Therefore, when Briggs informed me that he had been 
approached by an agent acting for some gentleman with regard 
to hiring the Day Dream for the purpose of bringing some 
goods over from France, I was quite agreeable. After all, a toy 


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that pays for its own upkeep is considerably more attractive 
than one which slowly bleeds its owner dry. He chuckled. As 
Ffoulkes here, an experienced sailor, told me, a boat is nothing 
more than a hole in the water into which money is poured. 
There was some laughter at this, but clearly, the audience 
was growing impatient to hear about this Scarlet Pimpernel. 
And so I agreed to hire out the Day Dream, so long as I was 
not using her, said Dewhurst. Well, imagine my surprise 
when I discovered that the goods brought over from France 
were the Duc de Chalis and his family! Briggs passed on a 
note to me, signed with this star-shaped flower, begging me, 
as a man of some position, to use my influence to help the Duc 
de Chalis and his sons begin anew in England and to pardon 
the slight deception in the name of freedom and humanity! 
What is more, I have learned that the moment that our new 
arrivals here set foot on English soil, a note, signed with that 
very star-shaped flower, had been delivered to Citizen 
Fouquier-Tinville, the public prosecutor, informing him that 
the guillotine had been cheated of three victims and that this 
was only the beginning! 
There was spontaneous applause at this and it took some 
time for the tumult to die down before Dewhurst could continue. 
Well, needless to say, my friends, not only was I astounded 
at the daring of this adventurer who is unknown to me, but I 
was humbled by his dedication to the principles that we all, as 
Englishmen, hold to be so dear. This Scarlet Pimpernel, as he 



calls himself, is a sterling example to us all. I know not who he 
is, nor do I know why he has chosen to cloak himself in secrecy, 
but I do know this: I am proud that, in some small measure, 
I was able to assist him. I have instructed Briggs that in 
the event he should be approached once more in a similar 
regard, he is to return in full the fee paid for the hiring of the 
Day Dream and make the boat available at any time for this 


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Scarlet Pimpernel, to use as he sees fit, with my most sincere 
compliments, for further daring rescues! Ffoulkes, here, has 
consented to join me in doing everything in my power to make 
those rescued by this gallant at home in England and I urge 
all of you here this night to join me in a toast to this courageous 
man and to lend him your support! Gentlemen, he said, 
raising his glass high, I give you the Scarlet Pimpernel! 
They all rose as one, with their glasses held aloft, and echoed 
the toast. 
The Scarlet Pimpernel! 
God damn, thought Finn. Too bad we cant recruit this character 
into the corps. Hed be a natural. They all drank the toast 
and sat back down to engage in animated discussion and interrogation 
of the Duc de Chalis. The remainder of the evening 
was taken up with speculation concerning the Scarlet Pimpernel. 
Dewhurst and de Chalis could not have played their 
roles any better. The unknown Englishman had instantly captured 
everyones imagination. 
After dinner, many of the guests went dancing in the ballroom, 
but a large group of gentlemen congregated in the parlor, 
there to smoke their pipes and sample the bottled fruit of 
Blakeneys cellar while they discussed what went on across 
the Channel and, in particular, the involvement of the unknown 
Englishman in the rescue of French aristocrats. 
Edmund Burke took advantage of the situation to launch 
into a heady polemic concerning his opinions on the revolt in 
France. Finn lit up his pipe and sidled up to Dewhurst speaking 
not quite quietly enough to avoid being overheard. 
Whats he on about, I wonder? he said, in a somewhat bored 
tone. 
Sheridan, who had regained consciousness and, though 
unsteady on his feet, seemed intent on draining Blakeneys 
cellar dry, heard him and lurched over to them. 
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Ive heard this dreary song before in Parliament. Though he 
seems to have committed it to memory, it doesnt get much 
better with repeat performances. 
Burke, meanwhile, was gaining steam in his diatribe against 
the leaders of the Republic. 
It is right that these men should hide their heads, he said, 
vehemently. It is right that they should bear their part in the 
ruin which their counsel has brought on their sovereign and 
their country. They have seen the medicine of the state corrupted 
into its poison! They have seen the French rebel against 
a mild and lawful monarch! Their resistance was made to concession; 
their revolt from protection; their blow aimed at a 
hand holding out graces, favors, and immunities! 
Sheridan belched loudly and Burke shot him a venomous 
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I say, Burke, said Finn, that was a most torrential outburst. 
I am truly awed by the fervor of your oratory. Would 
that I could speak with such a passion. Is there, then, no hope 
for France at all? 
None, if they continue on their present course, said Burke, 
grasping his lapels and puffing himself up. People will not 
look forward to posterity who never look backward to their 
ancestors. 
True, true, said Finn, putting on a thoughtful look. If we 
English look backward to our ancestors, we will find them 
running about with their arses hanging out and painted blue. 
Faith and weve come a long way since then, eh, what? What 
with such humble beginnings, think what posterity lies ahead 
for us! 
For a moment, there was total silence as everyone stared at 
him uncertainly. Burke looked totally bewildered, but a smile 
began to twitch at the corner of Sheridans mouth and the playwright 
hid it with his hand. 
France, my dear Blakeney, Burke said, in an effort to get 


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things back on track, has bought poverty by crime. Youve 
just returned from Paris, surely you must agree that France 
has not sacrificed her virtue to her interest, but rather she has 
abandoned her interest that she might prostitute her virtue. 
Odds life, that may well be, said Finn. Ive had my estate 
in Rouen seized for the purposes of securing needed revenue 
for the new French government. A bad business for me, Im 
afraid, though an advantageous one for them. It might well be 
in Frances interest to prostitute her virtue if she makes such 
gains by it. Ive known not a few demimondaines who have 
rebuilt their crumbling virtue in a like manner. 
Sheridan started coughing, but Burke seemed totally at sea. 
He gazed at Finn in complete astonishment. 
As for this Pimpernel fellow whom everyone seems so concerned 
about, Finn continued blithely, I cannot flaw him for 
his boldness or idealism, but given all the bloodletting being 
done across the water, rescuing one or two aristocrats would 
seem like pissing in the wind, no? Still, I do wish the fellow 
well and I only hope that the French navy does not learn of 
Dewhursts part in all of this, else they might well try to sink 
his newly purchased boat. Though, in truth, I doubt that they 
have any craft that would be capable of catching her. 
As for that, said Dewhurst, with a grin, if the French did 
sink the Day Dream, it would relieve me of the expense of 
maintaining her! However, youre quite right, Percy, there is a 
certain amount of risk in lending aid to this Scarlet Pimpernel. 
Yet, any risk I may incur is nothing compared to the risks that 
he must take. I admit that there might be some risk for me, 
but what is life without an element of risk? Nothing but mere 
existence. If you ask me, gentlemen, this Pimpernel fellow is a 
true sportsman! I can think of nothing quite so game as playing 
leapfrog with the French and thumbing your nose at 
Danton, Robespierre, and the entire bunch of them! 
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Dewhurst, Burke said, stiffly. We cannot afford to merely 
thumb our noses at the French. This Revolution of theirs is a 
plague and the precautions of the most severe quarantine ought 



to be established against it! 
Begad, that was well said, said Finn. You know, Burke, 
someone told me tonight that when you rise to speak in Parliament, 
your fellow members are moved to go out to dinner. I 
can well see why, since such passionate invective must do a 
great deal to stimulate the juices! It is fortunate for us, gentlemen, 
that weve already eaten. As it is, such fine speech ought 
to do great wonders for our digestion. 
There were chuckles at Finns remarks, though they were 
quickly stifled. Burke had gone red in the face, but Finn had a 
look of such guileless stupidity upon his face that the politician 
could think of no way to reply. Out of the corner of his 
eye, Finn could see that Sheridan was biting on his finger in 
an effort to keep from laughing. Later on, the playwright drew 
him to one side, in a corner somewhat removed from all the 
general discussion. 
See here, Blakeney, Sheridan said, speaking thickly and 
swaying from side to side, I have not yet quite decided what 
to make of you. You seem to be a male Mrs. Malaprop at times, 
and yet I see a bit of Swift in you, I think. You seem to be laughing 
up your sleeve. 
Finn affected a look of puzzlement. Im not at all sure what 
you mean, old fellow. Truthfully, Id never laugh at any guests 
of mine, though I must admit that your rendition of the dying 
swan at dinner was a bit amusing. Im afraid that I dont get 
your meaning. 
Sheridan stared at him for a moment. I think you do 
Blakeney. Yes, I think you do. I dont know if you pricked Burke 
on purpose or if it was just a happy circumstance of all your 
rambling babble, but youve roused my curiosity. Tell me, what 
is your real feeling concerning the revolt in France and this 


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Scarlet Pimple or whatever his name is? 
My real feeling? Finn said, raising his eyebrows. Begad, 
my real feeling is that Im glad to be out of it! The climate in 
Paris is decidedly unhealthy at this time of year. Im happy 
that de Chalis has seen fit to seek a change of weather. Doubtless 
he will live longer. As for any others who choose to follow 
his example, I can only wish them bon voyage and hope that 
they encounter no difficulties in making their travel plans. 
Indeed, said Sheridan. And what of this Pimpernel chap? 
Well, Im sure I dont know what to think of him, said Finn. 
He seems like quite a bold and dashing fellow, destined to be 
all the rage of London. Hes already won the hearts of Ffoulkes 
and Dewhurst and, Ill wager, of most of the women here tonight. 
What do you think of him, Sheridan? 
I think hes a monumental fool wholl get his head chopped 
off, said Sheridan, adding a belch for punctuation. But I must 
admit that I admire his pluck. 
Perhaps youll write a play about him, Finn said. 
Not I, said Sheridan. His tale is the stuff of romantic fiction 
for women to sigh over in their drawing rooms. Besides, 
he has only just begun his mad career and chances are it will 
be cut short by the public prosecutors blade. 
That would be a pity, Finn said. 
Aye, it would. I wouldnt even have enough material for my 
first act. 
By midnight, the guests had all departed. Marguerite went 
up to bed, exhausted. Ffoulkes and Dewhurst were the last to 



leave, along with old de Chalis, who quietly told Finn that if 
there was ever anything that he could do for him, he had but 
to ask. When they had gone, one of the servants came up to 
Finn and handed him an envelope. 
Whats this? said Finn. 
One of the guests told me to give this to you after everyone 


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had gone, milord, the servant said. 
Finn tensed. Who was it? 
I dont know, milord. A gentleman. 
What did he look like? 
The young man shrugged. He looked like a gentleman, 
milord. 
Finn frowned. Never mind. That will do. Go on about your 
duties. 
He opened up the note. It was short and to the point. It said, 
The maze, at one oclock. It was unsigned, but Finn knew 
who it was from. 
The house seemed strangely empty now that all the guests 
had left. As Finn walked back into the reception hall, the heels 
of his shoes made sharp echoing sounds that filled the spacious 
room, which only a short while ago resounded with 
laughter, boisterous conversation, and violin music. It was a 
lovely way to live, Finn thought. It might be very pleasant to 
spend the next several years as Sir Percy Blakeney, if it wasnt 
for the fact that his lifespan could be drastically curtailed by 
some error he had yet to make. 
There was still some time before one oclock. Finn quickly 
went up to his rooms and changed out of his elegant, 
cream-colored suit, dressing in black riding clothes and boots, 
the better to blend in with the darkness. Just to be on the safe 
side he tucked a short dagger into his belt and took along a 
polished ebony sword cane with a heavy, solid silver head. 
It was chilly and a mist had settled on the grounds. His boots 
made slight crunching sounds upon the gravel path as he 
walked around to the side of the house, his crackling steps a 
percussive counterpoint to the chirping of the crickets. He 
stepped off the path and onto the grass, heading for the elaborately 
arranged rows of perfectly trimmed hedges, eight feet 
high and four feet thick. There was no evidence of any other 
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It occurred to him that the setting was perfectly suited for a 
trap. In the darkness, with the tall hedges all around him, it 
would be virtually impossible to see anything. Finn had good 
night vision, but the visibility was limited as a result of the 
darkness and the mist. The thought that somewhere nearby 
would-be a man trained at least as well as he was made him 
move slowly and cautiously as he entered the maze. Lucas 
had shown him how the placement of the urns indicated which 
turn to take. The benches were positioned so that the urns 
could only be seen from the correct paths, the view of them 
being otherwise blocked by the benches. Obviously, Mongoose 
knew this trick as well, else why choose the maze for a meeting 
place? 
Moving with stealth, Finn made his way to the grassy square 
at the center of the maze. He could make out the ghostly white 
benches placed around the perimeter of the square, but not 



much else. He wished he had been issued night glasses, but 
the fact that he lacked such equipment did not mean that Mongoose 
would be equally at a disadvantage. Still, there was nothing 
else to do but sit down upon a bench and wait until Mongoose 
made his move. Finn waited nervously in the darkness, 
listening to the chirping of the crickets. At a little after one 
oclock, he heard a faint sound of movement close by and then 
a familiar voice called out, softly, Delaney? 
Im right here, he said. Whats the matter, cant you see 
me? 
There was a chuckle that seemed to come from only a few 
yards away, but Finn could not accurately gauge the direction 
or the distance. 
Nice try, Delaney, but I happen to know that you werent 
issued night glasses. The only thing they gave you was a hypo 
ring, which just goes to show you how paranoid theyre 
getting. 
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Nearby, Mongoose replied. He chuckled once more. 
Wheres Priest? I didnt see him at the party. 
Hes around, Finn lied. I didnt see you, either. But then, 
the way you keep changing your appearance, I wouldnt have 
recognized you anyway. Whats your face look like these days? 
The last time I saw you, it had been rearranged a bit. 
The brief silence told Finn that he had scored a hit with his 
reference to the torture that had disfigured Mongoose. 
Well, we both look a bit different these days, dont we? 
Mongoose said. Finn realized that he was moving as he spoke. 
He seemed to be just outside the center of the maze now, in 
one of the paths between the hedgerows. Walking softly, Finn 
moved in the direction of his voice. I see youve got de la 
Croix with you, Mongoose continued. Oh, yes, thats right 
its Private Cross now, isnt it? Well, it appears to be quite a 
reunion, all of us back together once again. 
It must be kismet, Finn said. After the way you bungled 
your last mission, I thought theyd never let you near a field 
assignment again. Yet here you are. What a surprise. Finn 
turned down another pathway, his eyes straining to penetrate 
the mist and darkness. I heard you were busted down to desk 
jockey. Seems to me you were pretty lucky to get even that. 
I wasnt meant to be a glorified clerk, Delaney, Mongoose 
said, with an edge to his voice. Having me sitting behind a 
console was a sinful waste of talent and ability. 
Your talent and ability almost got you killed last time, said 
Finn, moving closer. If it hadnt been for us, Adrian Taylor 
would have vivisected you. 
Perhaps, said Mongoose. Whos to say how it might have 
turned out without your interference? You may have saved my 
life, in which case I suppose I should be grateful, but you also 
ruined my career. I realize that the one shouldnt cancel out 
the other, but somehow it seems to. Youll pardon me if I dont 
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Why dont we cut out this kids game, Mongoose? Finn 
said. Come out and show yourself. 
Im afraid Im not quite ready to do that just yet, Mongoose 
said. You see, we really have no basis for trust in this relationship. 



I know youve sent Priest to see Fitzroy. I just came 
from there. They didnt see me, of course, but I saw them. The 
funny thing is, I really was your contact. We could have worked 
together, had you chosen to, but Fitzroy will obviously have 
me checked out. To tell the truth, I expected it. Hes served his 
purpose, however. It really doesnt matter. The only thing you 
have accomplished is adding more spice to the game. 
Slowly, noiselessly, Finn slid the sword blade out of the cane. 
Mongoose sounded very close now, just on the opposite side 
of the hedge, separated from him by about four feet of bush. 
It was really very boring in evaluations, Mongoose said. It 
was a dead end for me. There was no challenge. This way 
Finn plunged the sword deeply through the hedge, following 
it with the length of his entire arm. He heard Mongoose 
gasp. 
Very good, Delaney! But not good enough. 
Finn heard the sound of running footsteps. Cursing, he pulled 
the sword back out of the hedge and took off at a sprint, brushing 
his hand against the hedge as he ran to feel for the next 
gap in the bushes. He reached it, plunged through, made a 
quick right turn and ran down the path after Mongoose, his 
sword held out before him. Mongoose was running for the exit 
and there was only one way to get out of the maze beyond 
which the grounds were open for several hundred yards. 
Finn came to a bench, noticed the placement of the urn, and 
turned down the path to the left. A right turn, another left and 
he came to a dead end, running right into a leafy wall blocking 
off the pathway. Startled, he was confused for a moment 
until he realized that Mongoose must have moved the urns as 
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this time taking the wrong turns. He came to a dead end 
again. 
Son of a bitch! he swore. Mongoose had only moved some 
of the urns. But which ones had he moved? It took him almost 
a half an hour to find the exit. By that time, Mongoose was 
long gone. Finn stood at the entrance to the maze, breathing 
hard. Except for the sounds of the crickets and his own labored 
breathing, he couldnt hear a thing. 
Thick fog obscured the grounds. He felt the tip of the blade. 
It was wet with blood. 


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6 
At breakfast the following morning, one of the servants came 
in with a message from the head gardener, warning Sir Percy 
and Lady Marguerite against going walking in the maze that 
morning. It seemed that one of the guests had decided to play 
a prank the previous night and had moved a number of the 
urns. The gardener promised that he would have it all set 
straight by the afternoon. 
Wouldnt surprise me if it was that Sheridan chap, said 
Finn. He seemed quite exuberant last night. Well, then, my 
dear, he said in a casual manner, what did you think of the 
cream of London society? 
I am more concerned as to what they thought of me, Marguerite 
replied, evasively. I hope, for your sake, that I made a 
favorable impression last night. 
To be sure, you simply bowled them over, Finn said. No 



doubt, youll be receiving a great many invitations now and 
Ill be forced to follow you from ball to ball like an attendant. 
As it happens, Ive already been invited to a tea at Lady 
Bollingbrooks, said Marguerite. Its for ladies only, Percy, so 
you will be spared the agony of having to attend. That is, if you 
have no objection to my going? 
Object? Begad, why should 1? You must go, of course. Otherwise, 
Lady Whats-her-name might take offense. When is 
this tea to take place? 
This afternoon. 
Ah, well, you see? It works out perfectly. I have certain business 
matters that require my attention today and I was afraid 
that you would be left with nothing at all to do other than staying 
at Richmond and wallowing in boredom. Far better for 
you to go to this Lady Something-or-others and cultivate some 
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Then I shall go, said Marguerite, quietly. I wouldnt want 
to interfere with any of your plans. 
Well now, if youre having tea in London, you cant possibly 
be in my way then, can you? Finn said jauntily. For that matter, 
my being absent will enable you to enjoy yourself without 
having to suffer my sad attempts at witty conversation. It works 
out well for all concerned. 
Yes, I suppose it does, said Marguerite, without looking at 
him. 
The arrival of Lucas forestalled any further conversation, 
much to Finns relief. Lucas said that he had brought an urgent 
message from Percys solicitors in London and they withdrew, 
leaving Lady Blakeney to finish eating breakfast alone. 
Andre was summoned and the three friends went into one of 
the smaller parlors. They closed and locked the doors after 
themselves. 
Im really beginning to feel terrible about the way Im forced 
to treat that lady, Finn said. 
Lucas glanced at him sharply. You start caring about her, 
Finn, and its going to get very rough on you, he said. Remember, 
she sent a whole family to the guillotine. Youre not 
getting involved with her, are you? 
Andre watched Finn closely, but said nothing. 
No, of course not, Finn said. Only well, forget it What 
happened with Fitzroy? 
Lucas picked up a glass from a silver tray upon the table 
and poured himself some port from the decanter. He looked 
tired. 
I didnt get much rest, he said. I signaled Fitzroy as soon 
as I got to Calais and he came out to meet me. He wanted to 
know why I didnt go through channels and use our contact 
over here. He smiled, wryly. I told him. Fitzroy had never 
heard of Mongoose. Our contact in England is supposed to be 
an Observer named Captain Jack Carnehan. Carnehans de 


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scription matches that of the groom who gave me that note 
from Mongoose, the same groom whom no one else around 
here seems to have seen, he added. 
How did Major Fitzroy react? said Andre. 
He didnt take it very well, said Lucas. He had to check it 
out, of course. He clocked out ahead and made a routine inquiry 



and, not surprisingly, discovered that there is no officer 
in the Observer Corps named Jack Carnehan. At that point, he 
immediately contacted the TIA, thinking that they were involved 
in this mission and that he hadnt been informed. The 
new director, Allendale, assured him that such was not the 
case and insisted that we had made a mistake. When Fitzroy 
told him about the ersatz Capt. Carnehan, Allendale ran a check 
on Mongoose. The records had him listed as inactive, on medical 
leave. Fitzroy insisted that Allendale check in with Darrow, 
as well as agent Cobra. Cobra was unavailable for some reason, 
but Allendale set up a secure-line conference with Darrow, 
just to mollify Fitzroy. Darrow told him that Mongoose had 
been given medical leave following his last mission in the field, 
but that he had returned to active duty shortly thereafter, which 
so far coincides with what we already know. If Mongoose had 
been given medical leave again, said Darrow, it happened after 
his resignation and he wasnt aware of the circumstances. 
Allendale wanted to know why Mongoose had been removed 
from the field duty roster. Darrow was a bit stiff about 
that, but he did say that it was all a matter of record and he 
was surprised that Allendale had to ask. The reason he had to 
ask, as it turned out, is that Mongoose had the records altered. 
He managed to transfer himself out of evaluations and then 
place himself on medical leave, so that he would not be missed. 
Thenget thishe forged departure tags for himself under 
the name of Lieutenant Vasily Rurik. The real Lt. Rurik is on 
medical leave from the Observers, recovering from wounds 
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tury. Mongoose had access to his records when he was in evaluations. 
He assumed Ruriks identity, requisitioned a chronoplate 
for the purpose of Observer duty in the War of the First Coalition, 
clocked out, and promptly disappeared. 
Finn nodded. He bypassed the tracer functions on the plate, 
showed up here, and reported to Fitzroy as Carnehan. Fitzroy 
gave him a full briefing on the mission status, naturally. The 
guys got nerve, Ill hand him that. He showed up last night. 
You saw him? Lucas said. 
Not exactly. I had a note delivered to me, telling me to meet 
him in the maze at one oclock. 
Why didnt you tell me? Andre interrupted. 
Because you went up to attend Marguerite and that was 
where I wanted you. For all I knew, the note was just a ruse to 
get me out of the house. I wish I had told you, but its too late 
to cry about that now. I never saw Mongoose. We spoke, but 
he kept out of sight. I managed to get close enough to stick 
him through the hedge with a sword cane, but I think I only 
grazed him. He ran and I tried to follow, but hed switched all 
the urns around and by the time I found my way out of that 
blasted maze, he was long gone. I should have remembered 
the sequence of the turns, he said to Lucas. 
You should have told me, Andre said, angrily. I could have 
waited for him outside the maze. You let him escape, just because 
you didnt trust me enough to 
Im sure that isnt true, said Lucas. Still, that wasnt very 
smart, Finn. Suppose we were wrong about him and he was 
on the level? 
Finn shook his head. He told me that he wasnt. Besides, if 
he was on the level, why didnt he show himself? No, when he 



saw that I wasnt buying his story, he made it clear that he was 
acting on his own. He knew I sent you to Fitzroy. He said he 
saw you with him in Paris. 
Whats he want? said Lucas. Did he say anything at all 


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about why he did it? 
From what little he did say, Finn replied, its my impression 
that this is some sort of last fling for him. He knew he had 
reached a dead end in evaluations and rather than go crazy 
sitting behind a desk all day, he decided to go crazy on the 
Minus Side. Finn sighed. I dont know what the hell he wants. 
Hes out to prove something, I dont know. 
Lucas shook his head. If he really thinks he can get away 
with what hes done, hes crazier than I thought. In any case, 
weve got specific orders as far as hes concerned. Were to 
keep our hands off him unless he does something that actively 
endangers the adjustment. Dont ask me how were supposed 
to define that, I havent the faintest idea. Allendale is sending 
a TIA team back to bring him in. He wants him alive, both to 
make an example of him and to find out how he managed to 
screw around with the records. Darrows in for it, too, because 
he was soft on him and didnt bust him out of the agency. 
So much for not having the spooks underfoot, said Delaney. 
I knew this mission was too good to be true. It was too easy. 
So far, at least, said Lucas. Its about to get a bit more 
difficult. Fitzroys got orders for us. Its time for the Scarlet 
Pimpernel to make a trip to Paris. Think of something to tell 
Marguerite and get hold of Ffoulkes and Dewhurst. We have 
to leave this evening. 
Whos the target? Finn said. 
The Marquis de Leforte, said Lucas. Not a very nice man, 
by all accounts. Treated the peasants as if they were less than 
animals, so consequently theyd like very much to kill him now 
that hes vulnerable. 
Hows Blakeney supposed to find him? Andre said. 
That shouldnt be too difficult, said Lucas. Lefortes in 
the Bastille. Hes already been tried and condemned to death. 
He smiled, mirthlessly. All we have to do is get him out. 
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Thats what I asked Fitzroy, said Lucas. His answer was, 
Im sure youll think of something. After all, Blakeney did. 
It was four oclock in the morning and Finn and Lucas stood 
in the street, looking up at the north tower of the Bastille. Andre, 
under protest, had stayed behind with Marguerite. She hadnt 
liked it, but they had made her understand that her job was 
just as important as theirs; perhaps more so. Someone had to 
watch Marguerite while they were gone, to make certain that 
Mongoose didnt try anything with regard to her. They had no 
idea what he intended to do and they couldnt afford to take 
any chances. 
They had a plan of the Bastille, thanks to Fitzroy, and they 
knew where the Marquis de Leforte was being held. He was 
imprisoned in the north tower, in cell number 106. But knowing 
where he was and getting him out were two very different 
things. One was a fait accompli, the other seemed impossible. 
Dewhurst was waiting for them on board the Day Dream, 
which lay at anchor off Boulogne-sur-Mer. Ffoulkes was in 



that seaside town, about twenty miles from Calais, awaiting 
their arrival. Several newly recruited members of the League 
of the Scarlet Pimpernel were in a small apartment in Paris 
awaiting instructions from their leader. Everything was in a 
state of readiness. Now all they needed was a plan. 
Im open to suggestions, Finn said, wryly. Weve got exactly 
eight hours before Lefortes due to be executed. You got 
any ideas? 
Yeah, said Lucas. I say we go find Fitzroy and threaten to 
disembowel him unless he gets us some equipment. With the 
right stuff, we could walk right in there and take him out. 
A couple of AR-107s would be real nice, said Finn 
I was thinking along somewhat less lethal lines, said Lucas. 
Like, some nose filters and a few gas grenades, real basic 
stuff. Just put everyone in there to sleep, Leforte included, and 


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walk in, open up his cell and carry the poor bastard out. 
Fitzroy wont play, huh? 
Lucas took a deep breath and let it out slowly. No, he wont 
play. According to history, at least so far as TIA intelligence 
has determined, Blakeney got him out. 
I dont suppose Blakeney had any gas grenades, said Finn. 
Did the TIA tell us how he did it? 
Unfortunately, theres no record of that, said Lucas. All 
they were able to learn, according to Fitzroy, is that Leforte 
was captured trying to sneak out of Paris dressed as an old 
woman, thrown in the Bastille, tried, condemned, but never 
executed. The Scarlet Pimpernel took credit for his escape, by 
sending one of those notes of his to the public prosecutor. It 
wouldve been nice if they could have clocked back to see how 
it was done, but Blakeneys already dead. However it was done, 
were going to have to be the ones to do it. 
Sure would be nice if we could hop on a plate and jump 
ahead a few hours so we could see how we did it, Finn said. 
But then, wed have to do it first before we could see how it 
was done. Aint temporal physics wonderful? 
Its times like these that make me wish Id kept my lab job, 
Lucas said. 
Its times like these that make me wish Id stayed in the 
regular army, Finn said. But then, if I had, Id probably be 
dead by now. So much for the old what ifs. Wed better come 
up with something fast, partner. 
Im agreeable, said Lucas. What did you have in mind? 
Beating the living daylights out of Fitzroy, stealing his plate, 
knocking out the tracer circuits, and going to Barbados. 
Well save that as a last resort, okay? Lucas said. Come 
on, weve been in tougher spots than this. Lets work it out. 
Okay. Lets take it one step at a time. What are the odds of 
our getting in there and taking Leforte out between now and 
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Not very good, said Lucas. These new citizens have become 
very conscious of their new positions. If anyones got 
any business being in there, theyre known to the guards. Its 
like an old boy network. Its doubtful that we could bluff our 
way in and if we tried to force our way in without the right 
equipment, wed have a whole garrison down on us before we 
got halfway up the tower. 



Okay, so forget storming the Bastille, said Finn. That 
leaves us with the option of trying to take him when they bring 
him out. 
Which should be anytime between ten oclock and noon 
tomorrow, when hes scheduled to be executed, Lucas said. 
Theyll bring him down into the courtyard in the prison, put 
him in a tumbrel, and take him out under guard along the 
most direct route to the Place de la Revolution. The entire route 
should be packed with spectators, since Leforte is so well loved. 
That means that the tumbrel wont be going very fast. 
Finn nodded. Id guess a little faster than a walking pace, 
just to give everyone a chance to spit at the marquis. If were 
going to put the snatch on him, itll have to be then, somewhere 
between the Place de la Revolution and here. 
Lucas pursed his lips thoughtfully. The crowds going to be 
the main problem, he said. We wont be able to seize control 
of the cart and drive him away, because well never make it 
through the crowd. If we try to pull him out of the tumbrel, 
theyll tear us to pieces before we can go several yards. 
Scratch that idea, Finn said. That leaves us the Place de 
la Revolution. The crowds going to be thicker there than anywhere 
else along the route. 
That could work for us, said Lucas. Theyll be at a fever 
pitch by the time Leforte gets there. What we need is mass 
hysteria, confusion. Something to drive them crazy enough so 
that theyll be running in all directions. If we can create some 
kind of a diversion in the square, we might be able to grab 


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Leforte and get lost in the crowd. All we need to do is to get 
him out of that square. Then we can take him to the safehouse, 
knock him out with that trick ring of yours, and have Fitzroy 
clock us to Boulogne-sur-Mer. But well need something to 
disguise Leforte until we can get him out of the square. 
No big deal, said Finn. We can throw a shawl and a cloak 
over him. Now all we need to do is figure out some sort of a 
diversion. How about a fire? 
It would be risky, Lucas said. We dont want to get anyone 
killed inadvertently. 
We can take steps to minimize that possibility, said Finn. 
Dont forget, weve got some extra manpower. Weve got 
league members Barrett, Moore, Smythe-Peters and the Byrne 
brothers standing by. All we have to do is pick a likely building, 
get one of the boys to start a small fire thatll make a lot of 
smoke, then torch the place but good. Well need a healthy 
blaze to steal the show. Theres enough time to pick a site, get 
instructions to the boys, and start them off making Molotov 
cocktails. It should do the trick. 
I hope so, Lucas said. Well, I cant think of a better idea at 
the moment, anyway. Come on, lets pick our spot. 
At ten-thirty in the morning, Lefortes jailors opened up his 
cell and led the stunned marquis downstairs to the courtyard 
of the Bastille. The aristocrat had not slept at all that night. He 
spent what he believed to be his last night on earth praying. A 
man who had never paid more than lip service to religion 
Leforte found faith in the last hours of his life. He had no hope, 
none whatsoever. He knew only too well how much the people 
hated him and how justified that hate was, he knew that he 
could expect no mercy. He had known it when they had arrested 
him, just as he thought that he was going to make good 



his escape. Ironically, on the day before he was scheduled to 
die, he had learned that the man who was responsible for his 
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guillotine. One of the guards had told him that Sergeant Bibot 
had also been thrown into a cell in the north tower, for allowing 
the Duc de Chalis to escape. The guard, a bloodthirsty old 
peasant, had found the irony amusing, but the fact that Bibot 
was to die brought little comfort to Leforte. Instead of dwelling 
on the thought that the man who had brought him to this 
fate would share it, Leforte thought about de Chalis, an old 
man who had won his freedom. It seemed monstrously unfair. 
De Chalis was in the twilight of his years; he could not have 
long to live. Leforte was thirty-seven and in the prime of life. 
He had been very much afraid, but now the fear had spent 
itself. Leforte felt numb. He found that singularly puzzling. 
Over and over, he kept thinking to himself, Im going to die. 
Why dont I feel anything? 
They put him in the tumbrel, a crude, two-wheeled wooden 
cart, and a small escort of soldiers of the Republic formed up 
on either side. The driver, who reeked of garlic, looked at him 
only once, dispassionately spat upon his shirt, then turned his 
back on him and flapped the reins up and down several times 
to get the horses moving. The tumbrel moved forward with a 
jerk, going through the gate with Leforte as its sole piece of 
human cargo. The marquis took a deep and shuddering breath, 
resolving that he would not give the peasants the satisfaction 
of seeing him cower in fear. In point of fact, he was not afraid. 
He had accepted death with a deep despondency and he had 
run the gamut of all possible emotions. There was nothing 
left. 
I will go to my death with dignity, he thought. To the very 
end, I will show this rabble that I am better than they are. 
The street was lined with people. He was surprised to see 
how many of them had turned out to see him off. The noise 
was deafening. They laughed, they screamed, they jeered and 
rushed the tumbrel, trying to grab a piece of his clothing, to 
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They followed the tumbrel as it proceeded down the street 
toward the Place de la Revolution and the soldiers made only 
the most token efforts to hold them back. The cart turned down 
another street and an old woman tried to clamber up onto the 
tumbrel. Leforte stared through her as she screamed unintelligibly 
at him. One of the soldiers pulled her off the cart, then 
turned to look at Leforte with a mixture of disgust and irritation. 
A hole appeared in the middle of the soldiers forehead. 
Leforte stared at it and frowned. The cart lurched forward 
and the soldier fell, being left behind as the procession continued. 
Puzzled, Leforte turned around to stare at the fallen 
soldier and then another soldier fell. This time, he heard the 
shot. Almost immediately, another shot rang out and the driver 
pitched forward off the tumbrel to fall in a lifeless heap upon 
the street. Another shot, another soldier fell. 
The mob went wild. 
What the hell? said Finn. Someones picking off the soldiers! 
Did you tell them to 
I didnt tell them to shoot anybody! Finn said. Theyre not 



even supposed to be here! I sent word to them to wait in the 
square until Leforte arrived! 
All around them, the crowd was surging in all directions as 
people ran in panic from the shooting, shoving each other and 
trampling those unfortunate enough to have lost their balance 
in the melee and to have fallen. Only one soldier remained 
from the small squad assigned to escort the Marquis de Leforte, 
and he had no desire to join the others. He dropped his musket 
and ran for the shelter of a building across the street. The 
horses, wearing blinders and by now long used to such cacophony, 
remained standing where they were, but they sensed 
the fear around them and pawed at the cobblestones skittishly. 
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knowing what to do. 
Up there, said Lucas, pointing to a window on the second 
floor of a house across the street. 
Lets go, said Finn. 
They pushed their way through the mob and rushed toward 
the house from which the shots were coming. By now, however, 
they were not the only ones who had marked the room 
on the second floor and they made it through the doorway of 
the house just ahead of several other men, one of whom was 
brandishing a pistol. The door to the room they sought was 
open and they all burst into the room to find not a gunman, 
but a small boy of about twelve or thirteen years with jet black 
hair and piercing dark eyes. He sat slumped against the wall 
beside a mans corpse and as they entered, he began to cry. 
My father! he wailed. That man killed my father! 
At the same moment, a cry went up outside and they heard 
the sound of horses hooves upon the cobblestones. One of the 
men who had rushed into the room behind them ran over to 
the window, with Lucas just behind him. 
Its Leforte! the man shouted. Leforte is escaping! 
As Lucas reached the window, he saw the tumbrel being 
driven down the street at a furious pace, the horses being 
whipped up by the same old woman who had only moments 
ago tried to climb up into the cart. 
Stop him! cried the man, leaning far out of the window. 
Stop him, hes getting away! 
The boy kept wailing about his dead father. The men who 
had rushed up into the room behind Finn and Lucas ran back 
outside, after the one armed with the pistol let off a wild shot 
in the direction of the escaping tumbrel. Finn and Lucas remained 
behind with the boy. 
Lucas kneeled down beside him, putting one hand on the 
youngsters head. What happened, son? he said. 
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killed my father! 
 What man? 
He killed my father! the boy wailed. He killed him! Then 
he hit me and said that if I made any noise, he would kill me, 
too! 
Finn bent down over the fathers body. Shot through the 
head, he said. From behind. He stood up. Look here, he 
said, as Lucas tried to comfort the boy. He pointed to a pair of 
pistols lying on the floor beneath a table by the windowsill. 



He had several pistols, already loaded. Thats how he was 
able to shoot so quickly. Theres only two here, I figure he had 
at least two or three others. He heard us coming up the stairs, 
grabbed up the pistols that he could carry, jumped through 
the window down into the street, and lost himself in the crowd 
while his confederate made off with the tumbrel. 
You dont think that one of 
Finn held a finger to his lips. Not in front of the boy, he 
said. Finn had noticed that the boy had stopped his wailing 
and was only sniffling now, watching them fearfully. Its all 
right, son, said Finn. Nobodys going to harm you now. 
Come on, said Lucas, helping the boy up. Where is your 
mother, do you know? 
No, the boy said, pulling away from him as Lucas tried to 
help him to his feet. No, dont touch me! 
Its all right,  said Lucas, pulling him up by the arm as the 
boy struggled with him. We wont hurt you, I promise you. 
Dont be afraid. Theres nothing 
Something fell to the floor with a thump and Lucas glanced 
down to see a pistol lying on the floor. 
What. 
The boy jerked away and pulled another pistol from inside 
his tattered jacket, swinging at Lucas with it. Instinctively, 
Lucas blocked the blow, but the boy had twisted free from his 
grasp and he quickly made for the door. Finn leaped across 


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the room and brought the boy down with a flying tackle. 
Merde! screamed the boy. Let me go, you big ox! Let me 
go or else Ill kill you! Let me go, I said!  
He squirmed in Finns grasp like a little fish, kicking and 
clawing at Finns face in an effort to get at his eyes. 
Ive got him, Lucas said, grabbing the boy by the scruff of 
the neck and hauling him to his feet. All right now, you little 
hellion, youve got someHUHHH! 
He doubled over as the boy brought his knee up hard into 
his groin. The blow made Lucas release his hold upon the boy 
and he tried to run again, but Finn kicked his feet out from 
under him, sending him sprawling to the floor. Immediately, 
the boy was up again, but this time Finn brought him down 
with a right cross to the jaw and he fell to the floor again, 
unconscious. 
Little bastard, Delaney said. You all right, Lucas? 
Still doubled over and clutching at himself, Priest looked up 
and nodded, his eyes wide with pain as he fought to get his 
breath back. 
How do you like that little son of a bitch? said Finn. There 
was never anybody else in here, he did it all himself. 
I hope you didnt kill him, Lucas wheezed. 
If I did, itd serve him right, Finn said. Dont worry, I didnt 
hit him very hard. He should be coming around in a little while. 
Wed better get out of here, though. I think well take this little 
sniper with us. 
He picked the boy up and threw him over his shoulder. 
Come on, he said. Straighten up and lets get out of here. 
If anybody says anything, my son here got knocked down 
in the crush outside. Wed better get word to the boys waiting 
in the square that the whole things off and have them get back 
to the boat. 
Ill take care of that, said Lucas, still feeling the effects of 



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At Fitzroys safehouse. I want to ask this kid a few questions. 
Ive got a sneaking suspicion that I know who that old 
women was. 
You shouldnt have brought him here, Fitzroy said. 
Relax, Major, Finn said. He doesnt even know where the 
hell he is. Besides, I was in a hurry and there wasnt any time 
to make other arrangements. 
I sent you to rescue the Marquis de Leforte, and not only 
did you let him get away, but you beat up a little boy. Im very 
disappointed in you two. 
If youll recall, said Finn, the whole idea was for Leforte 
to get away. 
As for your disappointment in us, Fitzroy, said Lucas, you 
know what you can do with that. This wouldnt have happened 
if you had provided proper mission support. If you had issued 
us the right equipment, we could have 
Impossible, Fitzroy said. 
Look here, Major, Finn said, drawing himself up to his full 
height and glowering at the Observer, in case youve forgotten, 
this isnt a standard adjustment anymore. 
If youre referring to Mongoose, said Fitzroy, I already 
gave you your orders concerning him. Hes to be left to the 
TIA team that will 
And where the hell were they just now? Finn shouted. 
They should already be here, said Fitzroy. They have nothing 
to do with this adjustment mission. Their target is Mongoose. 
Your orders are to 
Ive had about enough of this, said Finn, grabbing Fitzroy 
by the throat and slamming him against the wall. 
Have you lost your mind? Fitzroy croaked. I could have 
you court-martialed for this! 
So what? It wouldnt be the first time. 
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Delaney shoved Fitzroy into a corner and went over to the 
bed, where the boy was beginning to stir. 
All right, kid, wake up, said Finn, slapping the boys face 
lightly. 
Get your filthy hands away, you dogfucker! snarled the boy, 
sitting up quickly and slapping at Finns hand. 
Finn grabbed him by his thick black hair and jerked his head 
back so that it hit the wall behind the bed. 
Now listen here, you little shit, he said, I dont give a damn 
how old you are. If youre old enough to kill grown men, youre 
old enough to be killed like a grown man, you understand me? 
Now you shut your mouth and do as youre told or Ill break 
every bone in your scrawny little body! 
The boy glared at Finn malevolently, but he kept his mouth 
shut. 
Good, said Finn. Im glad to see we understand each other. 
Now whats your name? 
Jean, said the boy, sullenly. 
All right, Jean, said Finn. You behave yourself and you 
might live to get out of this room. You helped an enemy of the 
Republic to escape. You know what the penalty for that is. 
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You are not French, the boy said with a sneer. You are 
English spies! I heard you talking. 
You speak English? Lucas said. 
Only a little, said Jean. I did not understand all that you 
said, but I know English when I hear it spoken! 
You see? said Fitzroy. I told you you should not have 
brought him here. This place is useless now. 
I do not care whether you are French or English, said the 
boy. It is all the same to me. Under the aristocrats, I starved. 
Comes the Revolution, still I starve. It is all the same to me. 
Then why did you kill those men to help Leforte escape? 
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Because I was paid well to do it. He gave me fifty francs! 
For such a sum, I would kill Robespierre, himself. 
Bloodthirsty little savage, arent you? Finn said. Who gave 
you the fifty francs? 
I do not know his name, said Jean. He called himself the 
Scarlet Pimpernel. Suddenly, the boy looked alarmed and he 
clapped his hand to his waist, his bravado gone for the moment. 
We didnt take your money, Finn said. 
It is for my brother and myself, said Jean, submissively. 
Please, monsieur, Pierre and I have not eaten for days. 
Where are your parents? Lucas said. 
Dead. 
And your brother? 
I will not tell you! You can kill me, but I will not tell you 
where Pierre is! 
Relax, said Finn. Were not interested in you or your 
brother. I want to know about the man who gave you that 
money. 
There is not much that I can tell you, monsieur. 
Ill be the judge of that, said Finn. What did he look like? 
About his size, said Jean, indicating Lucas with a jerk of 
his head. Not thin, not heavy. Dark hair, dark eyes, a moustache 
like so, he said, indicating by pantomime a generous 
handlebar moustache. Thick eyebrows meeting in the center 
of his forehead. He was dressed like a gentleman and he favored 
his left side, as though he were injured there. 
No beard? said Lucas. 
Jean shook his head. 
The kids got sharp eyes, said Finn. It was him, all right. 
The hair was probably a disguise, but that injured side is where 
I got him with the sword cane. Go on, he said to Jean. 
There is not much more to tell, said Jean. I met him yesterday. 
I tried to pick his pocket and he caught me. He said 


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that he would let me go and give me fifty francs as well if I was 
not afraid. He said that I could either lose my head for being a 
thief or do as he said and make some money. Jean shrugged. 
The choice was simple. He took me up to that room where 
you found me. The man inside was asleep upon the bed. He 
struck this man, knocking him senseless, then bound and 
gagged him. He then took out some pistols and asked me if I 
knew how to shoot them. I told him that I did not. He showed 
me how and then I watched him load the pistols. He told me to 
wait in that room until the next day, when the Marquis de 
Leforte would be brought past the house on his way to the 



guillotine. He laid the pistols out and told me to shoot out the 
window and to aim high so that I would not hit the marquis. 
He said that the soldiers would come and that I was to hide 
beneath the bed, leaving the pistols out upon the floor. They 
would see the man tied up on the bed, think that the one who 
shot the pistols escaped, and not bother to look for a small boy. 
He said that if I did well, he would find me again and give me 
more money. 
But the man inside the room was dead, said Lucas. 
Yes, I killed him, said Jean. 
You killed him? Why? 
It was a good plan, but I thought of a better one, said Jean. 
If I shot high, then the soldiers would come into the room, 
looking for me. They would have untied that man and questioned 
him. They might have found me beneath the bed. I decided 
to try to kill the soldiers or as many of them as I could. I 
aimed very carefully, he said with pride. I made it easier for 
him. This way perhaps he will give me more money if I see 
him again. I killed the man inside the room because then I 
could say he was my father. A dead man cannot be questioned 
and no one would bother with a small boy, crying for his father. 
Finn glanced at Lucas. Can you believe this? he said. This 


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kid is diabolical. He never shot a gun before and he picked off 
those soldiers like a pro. 
I should not have kept those pistols, Jean said, morosely. 
You would not have caught me, then. That was my one mistake. 
Incredible, said Fitzroy. Absolutely incredible. The boys 
a born cold-blooded killer. Look at him! No trace of remorse! 
And why should I care about them? shouted Jean. They 
are all the same! My father was run down in the street by an 
aristo in his coach! My mother died of hunger, giving my 
brother and me what little morsels she could find! Pierre and 
I roamed the streets like dogs, picking through the garbage. I 
am not sorry for what I have done and I never shall be! 
Well, Delaney, you brought him here, now what are we 
supposed to do with him? said Fitzroy. 
Hell, let him go, said Finn. What else can we do? 
You are Finn Delaney? Jean said. 
Finn glanced at the boy, then at Lucas. Well, if we had any 
doubts about who hired this kid, that takes care of them. Yes, 
Im Finn Delaney. He gave you a message for me, didnt he? 
He said that if I met a man named Finn Delaney or one 
named Lucas Priest, I was to give him this, said Jean, producing 
a folded up piece of paper. 
Finn unfolded the note and read it aloud. The marquis will 
be delivered to the League of the Scarlet Pimpernel in 
Boulogne-sur-Mer. No one will be the wiser, except yourselves. 
Thats one for me. The game continues. Tell Cobra hes out of 
his league. 
Cobra? said Lucas. 
Finn sighed. Do you get the feeling that hes the only one 
who knows what the hell is going on around here? He looked 
at Jean and jerked his head toward the door. Get out of here. 
Jean jumped up and ran for the door, moving as fast as he 
could before they changed their minds. 


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That kids going to grow up to be another Mongoose, Lucas 



said. 
Finn snorted. For all we know, he mightve been his ancestor. 
Maybe we should have killed him. 
You cant be serious, said Fitzroy. 
Thats right, I cant be, said Delaney. This whole things a 
joke to somebody. If I could figure out the punchline, I might 
even laugh. 


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True to his word, Mongoose delivered the Marquis de Leforte 
to Andrew Ffoulkes in Boulogne-sur-Mer. Ffoulkes naturally 
thought that it was Blakeney who had done it and the other 
members of the league believed that the whole thing had been 
the result of a last-minute change in plans. They were only 
disappointed that they had not been involved. They had been 
looking forward to torching the Place de la Revolution. 
The arrival of the Marquis de Leforte in London further 
spread the fame of the Scarlet Pimpernel and both Ffoulkes 
and Dewhurst found that they had more social invitations than 
they could handle as everyone wanted to know more about 
this man of mystery. It became the fashion among aristocratic 
French emigres to wear a scarlet pimpernel in their lapels 
and this practice soon caught on throughout London society. 
Soon after Lefortes rescue, Ffoulkes reported to Lucas that 
Lord Hastings desired to join the league; the well-turned-out 
scion of one of Englands foremost families was summarily 
recruited. At a dinner held at the Blakeney estate in honor of 
the Marquis de Leforte the week following his arrival, Finn 
was approached by a very handsomely dressed gentleman who 
looked vaguely familiar to him. 
Evening, Blakeney, said the man, a tall and 
broad-shouldered dandy with flaxen blond hair and bright blue 
eyes. Id like to have a word or two with you, if you dont 
mind? 
He took Delaney by the arm and gently steered him toward 
a small and unoccupied sitting room. 
Hows it going, Finn? he said, softly. Long time, no see. 
Delaney tensed and stared at him intently. It was a moment 
before he recognized the TIA agent. Cobra! 
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while, hasnt it? Fitzroy gave me that message from Mongoose. 
Same old Mongoose, eh? I thought Id touch base with you and 
compare notes. 
How did Mongoose know theyd send you? said Delaney. 
I dont think he knew, I think he guessed. Still, it was an 
educated guess. The odds were pretty good that theyd assign 
me to the case. I was the logical candidate. The two of us have 
worked together often in the past and, after him, I was the 
senior field operative. I was pulled off another mission for this 
one. I cant say I mind it very much. This certainly beats slogging 
through the New England swamps with Benedict Arnold. 
Dont make the mistake of thinking that this mission will 
be much easier, said Finn. Its rapidly turning into a real 
nightmare. 
Dont get me wrong, said Cobra, Im not underestimating 
what weve got here, but it may not be quite as serious as 
you think. At least, not yet. 



No? What makes you think so? 
Well, Mongoose delivered the Marquis de Leforte to the 
League of the Scarlet Pimpernel, didnt he? I think thats an 
excellent indication that hes not out to sabotage your adjustment. 
You neglected to mention that he got a bunch of people 
killed in the process, Finn said. 
Ah, yes, the boy. Were looking for him now. It seems that 
Mongoose was not really responsible for that. Nevertheless, 
evaluations is checking through on the effects of those deaths. 
Chances are that they wont constitute a serious disruption. 
People are dying left and right in Paris, a couple more deaths 
wont make much difference, especially since no one of historical 
significance was killed. Were very interested in that 
boy, though. 
I thought that your job was to find Mongoose. 
It is and Im anxious to do that as soon as possible. Thats 


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why I came to see you. 
What makes you so sure hes not out to sabotage the adjustment? 
Finn said. You know something I dont? 
Cobra smiled. I know Mongoose. In a way, I even understand 
him, though thats no mean feat. He wants to make you 
and Priest look bad, as well as Cross. The three of you are the 
ones who caught him with his pants down. This is just his way 
of getting even. 
For saving his life? 
Sounds crazy, doesnt it? But you dont know him like I do. 
Mongoose is a little crazy. Maybe recent events have made 
him more so. It certainly appears that way. He has a death 
wish. Weve all got that to one extent or anotheryou, me, 
Priestotherwise we wouldnt be here. Mongoose is a bit more 
extreme that way. Its part of what makes him so effective in 
the field. Death doesnt bother him, he flirts with it. Hes always 
taken incredible chances and up until the Timekeeper 
affair, his risks have always paid off. Ive seen him set himself 
up like you would not believe. 
Oh, I think Id believe it, Finn said. 
Granted, he finally went too far, said Cobra. He would 
have been killed if you hadnt intervened. I know youd think 
that hed be grateful, but his mind just doesnt work that way. 
What you did amounts to coitus interruptus, in a way. Now hes 
out to show us all that hes still got it. He stole a march on you 
and thats only the beginning. Hes going to try to steal your 
thunder and lead me a merry chase until this thing is over 
with. 
And then what? 
Your guess is as good as mine, said Cobra. The biggest 
mistake they made was that they fixed his face and body, but 
they forgot to check his mind. Im not saying that hes gone off 
the deep end, but theres no question that hes allowing his 
neurosis to control him. Hes rational, but his rationality is 


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skewed. Fitzroy maintains that if we dont catch him soon, 
theres no telling what he might do. He might even decide to 
join the underground or to clock forward to Plus Time and 
continue playing tag with us there. There is, of course, another 
possibility and that is that he might be reinstated. 
Youre joking. 



Why should I be joking? Personally, Id like to see it happen. 
We cant afford to waste talent like his. With reeducation, 
Im sure Darrow would have reinstated him eventually. 
Thats not what I heard, Finn said. 
Well, perhaps not. Mongoose made Darrow look bad. Still, 
he can be helped and the director doesnt always have the final 
word in these things. 
No? Who does? 
Im afraid I cant say, the agent said. You see, the agency 
is not set up the same way as the Temporal Corps or the Observers. 
We cant work that way. The director always has a 
certain amount of authority, but theres a limit to what even 
the director is given access to. It wouldnt do to have one man 
in a position to know everything that goes on in the organization. 
That would be very bad for security. Also, it helps to have 
someone, like Darrow, to take the fall if necessary. 
Youre telling me that Darrow resigned to cover for someone 
else? said Finn. 
Is that what I said? Perhaps you misunderstood me. Anyway, 
now that weve been placed under the direct control of 
the Observer Corps, theres a new director and a certain 
amount of reorganizational instability 
You mean a power struggle. 
and, as a result, my team of agents and myself have been 
placed under the command of the Observer on this mission. 
That means Ill be taking orders from Fitzroy, at least for the 
time being. And his orders are to direct me in apprehending 
Mongoose and making certain that he doesnt jeopardize this 


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mission; but as I said, I dont believe hell do that. At least, not 
intentionally. 
No, of course not, Finn said, dryly. Whatever could have 
made me think such a thing? 
Relax, Finn, will you? Im on your side, believe me. The 
way things stand right now, Im in a position to cooperate with 
you and Id really like to do that. However, in order for us to be 
able to work together, there are certain things youre going to 
have to understand. Its what Ive been trying to explain to 
you. You were a big help to me on that last mission and Im 
trying to return the favor. Fitzroy doesnt like you very much. 
As far as hes concerned, youre a maverick and youre insubordinate. 
He doesnt want me to confer with you. 
So how come youre disobeying orders? 
Because I want to help you. And because I need your help. 
You know that reorganizational instability I mentioned? It could 
go either way. If it goes one way, certain conditions will prevail 
that will result in my having to continue working under 
Fitzroy. If it goes the other way, well, lets just say that the 
agency will then go back to doing business as usual. You can 
draw your inferences from that. Ill tell you what that means 
to you and me, in real terms. 
Please do, said Finn, Im beginning to get lost in these 
semantics. 
Then Ill try to make myself as clear as possible. If the 
present conditions change, then the old leadership will return 
to power. Ill be able to act independently of Fitzroy and 
bring Mongoose in for interrogation and reeducation. He can 
be helped and made useful and productive once again. Id very 
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Whats the alternative? said Finn. 
The alternative is that the new leadership will emerge 
preeminent, with a vested interest in seeing that no further 
reorganizational instability occurs, you get my meaning? 


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I think so, said Finn, but how does that change anything 
with regard to 
Ill still have to apprehend Mongoose and deliver him for 
reeducation, Cobra said, but in that case, Id be delivering 
him to different people. Remember that he used to be the senior 
field operative. 
And as the senior field operative, he would know who 
Exactly. 
Youre saying that theyd kill him to keep him from talking 
during reeducation? To keep the new director from finding 
out who really used to give the orders? 
Cobra nodded. I have no idea whom theyd send to do the 
job. Im a company man, Finn. I follow company leadership. 
But there are others who wouldnt, Finn said, who would 
maintain loyalty to the old leadership, as you put it. 
Thats right. I was contacted by them just before I clocked 
out on this mission and told the score. I told them what I told 
you, that I follow company leadership. I dont think I could 
have made myself any plainer. My job is to take Mongoose 
back and I intend to do it. 
But if the covert boys lose their bid for power, Mongoose 
will have to be eliminated. If youve made it clear that youre 
following the rulebook, youll have to be eliminated, too. 
Thats right, said Cobra. Theres every reason to believe 
that at least one member of my team here is awaiting orders 
to that effect. 
Jesus, Finn said, youve got a problem. What are your 
people into that theyre running so scared? 
I honestly dont know, said Cobra. If it becomes my job to 
find out, then I will, otherwise Id just as soon remain ignorant. 
Its safer that way. 
What the hell do you expect me to do? 
My problem is my problem, said the agent. With a little 
luck and some cooperation on your part, it wont become your 


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problem, as well. I dont want to push Mongoose into doing 
anything foolish. If I can find him and talk to him, I can make 
him understand what the situation is. Perhaps I can even convince 
him to lay low and refrain from any further interference 
in your adjustment until its over, I dont know. What Im asking 
you to do is back off. 
What do you mean, back off? said Finn. 
Just what I said. Give him room. Dont try to go after him 
on your own. I know how you feel about him, but Im asking 
you to leave him alone, so long as he doesnt actively endanger 
the adjustment. 
How am I supposed to determine that? said Finn. 
Im asking you to trust my judgment. I need to stall for time, 
at least until it becomes clear which way the power play will 
go. When the situation gets finally resolved, Ill know. I dont 
want to have to go against my own people if I can help it. By 
the time it gets resolved, this adjustment might be over and 
then youll be out of it. If I take Mongoose before it all gets 



settled, theyll try to hit both him and me, just to be on the safe 
side. 
And you said that this might not be as serious as I think? 
Finn said. This isnt only serious, its turning into a full-fledged 
disaster! 
It doesnt have to, Cobra said. All Im asking you to do is 
to continue playing your part and to leave Mongoose alone. 
Let me handle it. It doesnt have to involve you. 
Brother, I cant get any more involved! Do you realize what 
youre asking us to do? 
I know, said Cobra. I know how it sits with you and I know 
that its not going to be easy, but Ive got to make you understand 
that the alternatives are far less attractive. 
Is that a threat? 
I sincerely dont want it to be, said Cobra. 
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It would not be in your interest. Your job is to insure temporal 
continuity. Mongoose has thus far shown no inclination 
to interfere with that aspect of your job. Hes not out to create 
any disruptions, only to prove himself superior to you. You have 
my personal guarantee that I will back you up in every way 
possible in order to help you complete your mission. But I know 
that youre itching to get your hands on Mongoose, to settle 
both this score and an old one. Im asking you to forget about 
it. 
If I dont? 
Then Ill be forced to run interference for him to make sure 
that you dont get him, Cobra said. I dont want to have to do 
that, Finn, believe me. Mongoose is not your job; hes my job. 
Your job is to play Percy Blakeney. All Im asking you to do is to 
do your job and to let me do mine, in my own way, in my own 
time. 
I know you didnt have to tell me any of this, said Finn. I 
appreciate your candor. 
Figure I owed it to you. 
What makes you think I wont go to Fitzroy with what you 
just told me? Finn said. 
You could, said Cobra. I wouldnt try to stop you. But if 
this conversation goes beyond the two of us, especially to 
Fitzroy, youll be signing his death warrant and mine, as well; 
possibly, even yours. 
Yes, I can see that. 
So whats it going to be, Finn? Do we work together or at 
cross purposes? 
Youre backing me into a corner, Cobra. 
I know. Im sorry. I have no choice. 
Ill let you know. How do I get in touch with you? 
You dont. Ill get in touch with you. Youre going to confer 
with Priest and Cross? 
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Yes, I suppose youd have to, Cobra said. Ive gone out of 
my way to be straight with you. Dont let me down. 
Itll be kept between the four of us, you have my word on 
it, said Finn. 
Thanks. 
Just one more question, Finn said. In case we dont back 



off, as you put it, how far are you prepared to go to protect 
Mongoose? 
Cobra stared at Finn steadily. How far are you prepared to 
go to get him? 
Finn nodded and licked his lips. Yeah, he said. Wish I 
could say that its been nice. 
Cobra regarded him silently for a moment, then turned and 
walked away. He paused at the door. 
I said I owed you for the last time, Finn. Consider the slate 
wiped clean. 
As Finn came out of the sitting room, there was no sign of 
Cobra. However, Marguerite saw Finn and approached. 
Percy, who was that man you were just with? I dont think I 
recall seeing him before. 
Oh, just someone I once knew, my dear, said Finn. 
What was his name? 
Damned if I know. We met somewhere, but for the life of 
me, I simply cant remember where or when. Im certain it 
will come to me. 
You dont remember him at all? 
Finn shrugged. Odds life, my dear, I cant be expected to 
recall the name of everyone I meet, now can I? Why worry 
about such trivial matters? If he was important, doubtless he 
would have made a more lasting impression. 
What a fleeting memory you have, my husband. I wonder 
that you recall my name! 
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Only that I wonder how lasting an impression I made upon 
you, she said. Sometimes it seems that youve forgotten me 
completely. It seems that 
Why, theres Lord Hastings! Finn said, quickly. Ive been 
looking for him all this evening. Youll pardon me, my dear, 
but I simply must have a word with him concerning business 
matters. We can discuss this later, surely. 
His stomach tied in knots, Finn fled Marguerites presence 
and made his way across the crowded room towards Hastings. 
He felt her eyes on him as he rushed away, but he did not look 
back. He was afraid to. 
He managed to avoid her for the remainder of the evening, 
always finding some excuse not to be alone with her and making 
certain that there was always a small group of what he 
had privately started calling the Blakeneyites around him. 
These were socially ambitious young men who had fastened 
onto him as a role model, copying his style of dress, aping his 
mannerisms, and laughing his nasal, inane laugh. He despised 
them, but as Blakeney, he encouraged them, stroking their 
tender egos and treating them like favorite sons. They served 
a threefold purpose. They helped to lend Blakeney an air of 
vapid stupidity as they all stood around together, striking casual 
poses and acting like mindless peacocks. They served as 
a barrier between him and Marguerite who, contrary to all 
expectations, was not growing bored and disenchanted with 
her husband, but was instead growing more and more determined 
to rekindle his interest in her. Already astonishingly 
beautiful, Marguerite took great pains to become even more 
so for her husband. She kept experimenting with perfumes, 
looking for a fragrance that would please him and, even when 
there were no guests about, she took great care to dress herself 



in an exquisite fashion and to appear as seductive as possible. 
At parties such as this, the Blakeneyites fawned over her 
as well, and kept her occupied. Finally, they helped to deter 


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the advances of other women toward Sir Percy Blakeney. Why 
these women found the insipid character he had created attractive 
was a mystery to Finn, who had never understood most 
women anyway, except a certain type, like Andre, who were 
refreshingly direct and devoid of any affectations. Why Marguerite 
had not grown totally disgusted with him was a mystery, 
as well. The mission, which he had thought would be a 
fairly easy one, had developed unique and seemingly insurmountable 
difficulties. He was growing sick and tired of the 
whole charade. 
It was with a huge feeling of relief that he went up to his 
rooms that night. In the morning, he would be leaving once 
again for France. The Scarlet Pimpernel had to perform another 
daring rescue. The Marquis de Sevigne had been judged 
in absentia by the Committee of Public Safety and condemned 
to death. Unable to get out of Paris, the aristocrat had been 
hidden by Marguerites brother, Armand St. Just. Finn had 
passed the word to Ffoulkes and Dewhurst during the party. 
It would be far less of a strain than the evening he had just 
endured. A pleasant sail across the English Channel on the 
Day Dream would be just the thing to clear his head and he 
could then discuss with Lucas what Cobra had told him. 
Hastings, Rodney Moore, and the Byrne brothers, Alastair and 
Tommy, would book passage across the Channel several hours 
behind him, giving Finn and Lucas all the time they needed to 
check in with Fitzroy and to decide upon a plan of action. All 
he needed now was sleep, and just one more drink. 
He had brought a bottle of brandy up with him and he sat 
down on the bed, dressed only in his britches and unfastened 
shirt, and drank straight from the bottle. He had polished off 
one-third of the bottle when the door to his bedroom opened 
and Andre came in. 
Its a waste of good brandy to gulp it down like water, she 
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Water? Whats that? 
Something happened tonight, didnt it? she said. Something 
shook you up. I could tell, Marguerite could tell, and I 
suppose that Lucas could tell, though hes probably waiting to 
ask you about it tomorrow. I dont have that luxury, since Im 
being left behind again. 
I already explained that to you, Andre, Finn said, wearily. 
I need you here, with Marguerite. 
No, you dont, she said. Marguerite has a houseful of servants 
to look after her. Nor do I believe that Mongoose plans 
anything involving her. Youre just protecting me. 
Look, I thought we went all through this, Finn said. Your 
being a woman has nothing to do with it. Its 
I know. 
You know? Then what is 
Youre going to tell me that its because this is my first mission, 
right? Forrester said that this would be an easy one, but 
it hasnt turned out that way and youre only being protective 
because Im inexperienced and youre afraid Ill make mistakes. 



All right, thats true. If you know 
If you really think thats true, Finn, then youre lying to yourself. 
I may be inexperienced insofar as temporal adjustments 
are concerned, but you wouldnt have accomplished the one 
in the seventeenth century without me. Im an experienced 
soldier and if I was prone to making mistakes, I would have 
died back in medieval England. If you want to talk about mistakes, 
lets talk about yours. 
Mine! 
Thats right, she said. Lets talk about the mistake you 
made in letting Mongoose get away that night in the maze. 
Lets talk about the mistake you made in allowing him to get 
to Leforte before you did. I could not have done any worse. 
And while were at it, lets talk about the mistake you made in 


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falling in love with Marguerite Blakeney. 
Finn stared at her, then looked down at the floor. How did 
you know? 
I know because Ive been watching you. Also because up 
until this moment, my sole responsibility on this mission has 
been to stay with her, to keep her occupied and away from you 
as much as possible. Not only is that unfair, its stupid. Shes 
an intelligent woman, Finn, though it wouldnt take very much 
intelligence for her to see right through that ploy, as she did 
almost from the very start. I may be a woman, Finn, but Im a 
soldier. My sex does not automatically qualify me to be an older 
sister or to heal a broken heart. Im not very good at it. I havent 
complained about it up till now because I am a soldier and 
you are my superior in rank, but its reached the point where 
my company is doing her more harm than good. 
What do you mean? said Finn. 
I told you, Finn, Marguerites no fool. She knows Im there 
to be a buffer between the two of you. She might not have 
liked it very much, but it might have been easier for her to live 
with that if she knew that you didnt care for her. The only 
problem is, she knows that you love her. 
How could she know that? 
Shed have to be blind not to see it. Lucas knows that youre 
attracted to her, but I dont think hes realized yet that theres 
a great deal more to it than that. She knows you love her and 
she thinks you cant forgive her because of the St. Cyr affair. 
Shes been on the verge of talking to me about it several times, 
but she cant bring herself to discuss it. Its obviously extremely 
painful for her. Also, shes very proud. Shes determined to win 
you back without having to humiliate herself by begging your 
forgiveness. 
Before we go any further, Finn said, lets just keep our 
roles straight. It isnt me she wants, its Blakeney. And 
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ite loves you. 
Youre talking nonsense. 
Am I? Let me tell you about Marguerite and Percy Blakeney, 
Finn, Ive become an expert on the subject. She talks to me 
because she has no one else to talk to. Marguerite was never 
in love with Percy Blakeney. She was in love with the idea of 
being loved by a man like Blakeney, a simple man as she puts 
it. She had convinced herself that there was something touchingly 



pure and romantic in being loved by a simple man. When 
I said that she wasnt a fool, I didnt mean to imply that she 
was not nave. 
Blakeney was evidently pathetically clumsy in his courtship 
of her. In her own words, he followed her around like a 
little puppy. She found that rather sweet. Compared to the 
people she had associated with, he was a dullard. They were 
all much smarter than he was, far wittier and much more 
skilled in intellectual debate. To say that he floundered in their 
presence would be an understatement, but he kept trying because 
he wanted to impress her. Im far more experienced in 
warfare than in love, but spending so much time with Marguerite 
has been an education. I believe that Blakeney aroused 
her maternal instincts and she confused them with affection. 
All that changed, of course, when Blakeney became cold to 
her as a result of her part in St. Cyrs execution. 
Do you recall that bet you and Lucas lost just before we 
clocked out on this mission? 
Finn blinked. What the hell has that got to do with anything? 
Not a great deal, except that it enabled me to understand a 
few things better, Andre said. I imagine that you and Lucas 
thought that I had spent the whole night rutting with that male 
whore-and it amused me to allow you to believe that. In fact, I 
was far too drunk to have much interest in sex, though I did 
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We talked for most of the night. Thanks to the implant programming, 
Im a great deal better educated than I ever 
dreamed I would be, but as Ive already told you, my education 
was incomplete in some respects. He was an excellent 
teacher, though not in the way that you must think. He was 
very good at explaining the various physical and emotional 
aspects of love, something I knew next to nothing about. What 
I found most fascinating was something he called chemistry. 
I understand that its a very old expression used to describe 
 
I know what chemistry is, Finn said, irritably. 
Well, I didnt, Andre said. When he explained it to me, I 
found it a bit difficult to accept. Maybe it was because I had 
too much to drink or because nothing like that had ever happened 
to me, but the idea of two people having such a strong 
emotional response to one another with no real knowledge of 
each other seemed somehow improbable to me. Yet, I strongly 
suspect that that was what must have happened between you 
and Marguerite. 
She paused, watching him. 
Your silence tells me that Ive guessed correctly. In any other 
circumstance, Im sure it would be wonderful for both of you. 
However, in this case, the problem is that you know and understand 
what happened, while Marguerite is hopelessly confused. 
She thought that her husband had grown bored with 
her at first, then she believed that Blakeney came to hate her 
because of St. Cyr. Now, she knows that her husband loves 
her, lusts for her. Whats more, she suddenly finds herself loving 
and lusting for her husband, a man who had never affected 
her that way before. Shes also noticed that, in many 
ways, hes changed. His taste in food is different. Suddenly he 
can hold his liquor better than ever before. Someone at the 
first party that we had here reported your verbal fencing match 



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lighted and astonished at your newfound ability. Finn, do you 
know what she asked one of the servants yesterday? She was 
afraid to ask me because she thought it might get back to you, 
so she went to the gamekeeper, whos served the family for 
years. I know about it because Ive been following orders and 
keeping an eye on her. I eavesdropped. She asked the old man 
about your relatives. 
My relatives? 
Andre nodded. She said she knew that you were an only 
child, but she was curious if you had any cousins, perhaps, 
who looked a great deal like you. She paused. Of course, 
Algernon Blakeney didnt have a brother or a sister, so Percy 
obviously couldnt have any cousins who were his identical 
twins, could he? 
She approached Finn and took the bottle from his hand. I 
cant really help you anymore with Marguerite, she said. She 
keeps asking questions and Im running out of answers. l dont 
know how youre going to handle this, Finn, but youre going 
to have to do it. I cant do it for you. Shes just on the verge of 
believing the impossible, that her husband is an impostor. As 
Forrester might have said, she feels it in her gut. What are you 
going to do when it works its way up to her brain? 
Taking the bottle with her, she left the room and softly closed 
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8 
They sat together amidships on board the Day Dream as 
Captain Briggs piloted the boat across the Channel. They had 
sailed on the morning tide. It was a clear day and the wind 
was brisk and cold, sending sheets of sea spray across the deck, 
the droplets pattering down like grapeshot. Finn held his short 
clay so that the bowl of the pipe was shielded by his hand from 
both the wind and spray as he stretched his legs out before 
him. The crew did not intrude on his and Lucass privacy and 
Tony Dewhurst and Andrew Ffoulkes were both below in their 
cabins, having no desire to remain on deck in such damp and 
windy conditions. For Finn and Lucas, it was an ideal opportunity 
to talk. En route to Dover, Finn had told Lucas all about 
his meeting with TIA agent Cobra and his talk with Andre the 
night before. 
So she suspects that somethings wrong, said Lucas. That 
could be a real problem. I knew that you felt something for 
her, but I thought that maybe it was only sympathy or that she 
turned you on or perhaps a little of both, but this. You had to 
go and lose your head over a pretty face. Worse, you let her 
know it. Hell, Finn, youre supposed to be a pro. Andres a rookie 
and shes handled herself better on this mission than you have. 
You just dont understand, said Finn. 
No, I guess I dont. 
Shes not just another pretty face, Lucas. Im telling you, 
this is the real thing. I know it probably sounds corny, but Andre 
called it, there was something happening between us from 
the very start. Ive just been refusing to admit it to myself. Hell, 
Im not some lovestruck kid, Im old enough to be your grandfather 
and then some, but Im telling you, Ive never felt this 
strongly about anyone before. Its a revelation. 



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is, what are you going to do about it? What can you do? 
Ive been thinking about that, Finn said. Blakeneys dead. 
Even when this adjustment is over, when the Scarlet Pimpernel 
retires, someone is going to have to continue being Percy 
Blakeney. Forrester said that it might be indefinite, but since 
Im already on the spot, why not make it permanent? 
Are you serious? 
Yes. Why not? 
Christ, Finn, I can give you several obvious reasons why 
not, said Lucas. For one thing, youre in the First Division. 
Adjustment specialists are just too valuable to waste on temporal 
relocation. You ought to know that. Besides 
They cant turn me down if I request a transfer, Finn said. 
With my mission record, Ive got that option. 
Technically, yes, you do, said Lucas, but youre not thinking, 
Finn. You must really have it bad, because I cant believe 
youd be so stupid. To begin with, if Fitzroy found out about 
this, hed probably put you in for reeducation when this was 
over, after which you wouldnt even remember Marguerite, 
much less the fact that you wanted a transfer, which they 
wouldnt give you anyway, at least not to the relocation units. 
In fact, that might not be a bad idea. It would certainly solve 
your problem. 
It wouldnt help Marguerite very much, said Finn. 
Oh, Im glad to see youve finally thought of how this would 
affect her, Lucas said. Have you thought of what would happen 
when you clock back to Plus Time and someone from the 
relocation units gets sent back to substitute for Percy Blakeney, 
someone shed have to live with for the rest of her life? If the 
two of you got together, would somebody else be the same? 
Even if you were allowed to remain here with her, theres one 
basic difference between you and someone from the relocation 
units. Youve had antiagathic treatments and youre far 
too old to have them reversed. Shed age at the normal rate 


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and you wouldnt. Leaving aside the fact that it would be a 
little difficult to explain to all your friends, how do you think 
shed feel, watching herself grow old while you remained the 
same? How would you feel? 
Finn nodded. He looked crestfallen. Youre absolutely right. 
Im being a complete idiot. I dont know what the hells wrong 
with me. 
Lucas looked at him and smiled, sympathetically. Youre in 
love, he said. Its made idiots of better men than you before. 
Im sorry, old buddy, I shouldnt have been so hard on you, but 
you cant say I didnt warn you. I told you it would be really 
rough on you if you started caring about her, though this wasnt 
exactly what I had in mind. You know, its funny, but in basic 
training they run down just about every possible hazard you 
can encounter on the Minus Side, yet I dont recall anyone 
ever mentioning the hazard of falling in love with someone 
who belongs to another time. Youd think they would include 
that. 
Maybe they dont because theres not much you can do about 
it, Finn said. 
Well, theres certainly nothing we can do about it now, 



said Lucas. Besides, we still have another problem on our 
hands. What are you going to tell Cobra? 
The corners of Finns mouth turned down in a grim frown. 
I dont know. I was going to ask you for suggestions. I know 
what I wont to tell him, but its not for me to decide alone. 
Besides, youre the senior officer on this team. 
Lucas raised his eyebrows. No kidding? God damn, someone 
record this for posterity, this is a first. Finn Delaney defers 
to the chain of command! 
Go to hell. 
After you, old friend, youre not sticking me with this one. 
Im not going to make any command decisions. I left my oak 
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All right, then, at least give me some feedback. What do 
you think our choices are? 
The way Cobra laid it out for you, said Lucas, it doesnt 
sound like weve got much in the way of choices. We either 
play it his way or we dont. If we do what he wants us to do, its 
hard to say whether wed be disobeying orders or not. Technically, 
theres nothing in our orders that says we have to go 
after Mongoose. In fact, Fitzroy was pretty specific on that point. 
Mongoose is Cobras responsibility. However, theres nothing 
in our orders that says we have to back off and let Mongoose 
get away if we get a chance to stop him. If we do that, depending 
on who writes the report and how its interpreted, we might 
be brought up on charges. Fitzroys going to be submitting the 
report and he doesnt like us, anyway. Now we could go to 
Fitzroy and report what Cobra told you. If we do, well be forcing 
someones hand and Mongoose, Cobra, or Fitzroy might 
get killed. Or all three of them might get killed. Or we might 
get killed. Or someone blows the adjustment. God knows, it 
could go wrong sixteen different ways. 
If we dont tell Fitzroy and he finds out about it, Finn said, 
well probably be court-martialed. 
Theres that, said Lucas. Theres also the fact that 
Mongooses interference has already resulted in several deaths, 
courtesy of our overly zealous young friend, Jean. Given that 
those soldiers were killed by someone in their own time, Cobra 
might be correct in his assessment that temporal inertia 
will compensate for it. On the other hand, maybe it wont and 
well have another minor disruption on our hands. Plus theres 
the possibility that Mongoose might inadvertently cause a more 
serious disruption. Thats assuming that Cobras right again 
and that Mongoose has no interest in interfering with the adjustment. 
He could be wrong. 
God, I hate those damn spooks, Finn said. 
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your point of view, said Lucas. Id like to send the whole 
bunch of them into reeducation and then put them all to work 
in waste disposal about a million miles from Earth, preferably 
even farther. 
Its a nice thought, but it doesnt solve our problem, Finn 
said. 
Ive just been thinking that it would have made our job a 
whole lot easier if you had been a bit more on target with your 
sword cane that night. 



I was wondering if youd get around to that, said Finn. 
Lucas sighed. Im actually surprised to hear myself say it, 
but killing him would wrap things up rather neatly, wouldnt 
it? 
I hate to be the one to bring this up, Finn said, but actually, 
it wouldnt. The new director of the agency wants him 
alive so he can pump him dry. If we killed Mongoose, wed be 
directly disobeying orders, wed have both the TIA and the 
Observer Corps coming down on us and, last but not least, 
wed be guilty of murder. 
I dont think they could make a case for murder, Lucas 
said, thoughtfully. 
They could if they wanted to, said Finn. Manslaughter, at 
the very least. Wed be in it pretty deep. 
That didnt stop you when you tried to stick him in the 
maze, said Lucas. 
Things werent quite so complicated then, said Finn. Besides, 
I had no intention of getting caught. 
What were you planning to do with the body? 
I hadnt thought it through that far, said Finn, but there 
are several nice lakes on the estate. If I weighted him down, 
hed sink very nicely and by the time he came up, if he ever 
did come up, wed be long gone and no one would ever be 
able to recognize who it was. 
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of the termination signal. 
Finn gazed down at his hand, contemplating his hypo ring. 
He exposed the needle and stared at it a moment. Fitzroy was 
kind enough to issue me some sedatives, he said. It would 
mean that wed have to take him alive, but then we could put 
him to sleep and do a little sloppy surgery. 
Lucas exhaled heavily. I cant believe were talking like this, 
he said. 
Finn shrugged. Its only talk. So far. 
Lucas nodded. Yeah. So far. 
The three of them sat in a corner at a small and rickety table 
in a dark and unprepossessing inn called the Chat Gris, on the 
outskirts of Calais near Cap Gris Nez. The innkeeper, a surly, 
grizzled Frenchman named Brogard, did little to disguise his 
dislike for the Englishmen or his citizens contempt for their 
aristocratic status. However, they were paying customers and 
the times in France were such that Brogard could ill afford to 
turn anyone away much less rich patrons with healthy appetites 
who had also taken rooms in his establishment. He served 
them in a prompt, if perfunctory, manner and he kept his contact 
with them to a minimum, which suited Lucas, Finn, and 
Andrew Ffoulkes just fine. 
I have found the perfect place, said Ffoulkes in a low voice, 
so as not to be overheard, although Brogard had removed himself 
to the far corner of the room and was obviously totally 
uninterested in anything that Englishmen had to say. Its a 
tiny cottage belonging to a Pere Blanchard, Ffoulkes said, an 
old man of Royalist sympathies who was more than happy to 
allow us the use of his small hut with no questions asked, providing 
he received a very reasonable stipend to ease his final 
days. I think he suspects that I am a smuggler, though Im 
certain he doesnt have a clue as to the sort of goods Im dealing 
in. He grinned. 



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Where is this cottage? Lucas said. 
You take the St. Martins road out of town, in the direction 
of the cliffs, said Ffoulkes. At the crest of the road, there is a 
very narrow footpath, but you must watch for it or else you 
shall miss it. The footpath leads down to the cliffs, where you 
will find the cottage, securely nestled on the hillside and well 
hidden from the road and any prying eyes who would not know 
to look for it. Blanchard is old, as I have said, and a bit of a 
recluse. He has an arrangement with a local Jew named 
Reuben Goldstein to bring him supplies from town occasionally. 
Outside of that, he has no contact with anyone. It seemed 
ideal. 
Yes, it does seem ideal, Finn said. Youve done well, Andrew. 
It sounds like exactly what we need. 
Ffoulkes smiled, obviously pleased. What have you learned 
of the Marquis de Sevigne? 
Finn gave him the information Fitzroy had provided. He is 
at present hiding in the apartments of Armand St. Just. 
An inspired hiding place! said Ffoulkes. Who would think 
of seeking a wanted aristocrat in the home of one of the members 
of the Committee of Public Safety? 
Nevertheless, he must be moved quite soon, said Finn. St. 
Just must be very careful. We have to keep any contact with 
him to a minimum, for his own protection. So long as the marquis 
is there, St. Just is in great danger. 
Ffoulkes nodded, grimly. Indeed. He must be moved at once. 
Where will he be taken? To our hideout near the West Barricade? 
Thats right, said Lucas. He will be taken there tomorrow 
night, but we cannot risk keeping him there for very long. We 
must move swiftly. 
Tomorrow night, said Finn. Shortly before daybreak. You 
plan to take him out when the gates are closed? said Ffoulkes. 
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Leave that to me, said Finn. Recent escapes have been 
conducted in broad daylight. They will be much more vigilant 
now during the normal hours of traffic in and out of Paris. We 
must alter our tactics and keep them off balance. 
Very well, said Ffoulkes. Whats to be my part? 
Two of our men, Wilberforce and Barrett, have already left 
for Paris, Lucas said. They will be at the apartment to meet 
the marquis when he arrives. They will then await further instructions. 
For the time being, remain here, said Finn. Dont go out 
after Thursday. Expect to hear from us anytime after then. Send 
Rodney Moore and the Byrne brothers to Pere Blanchards hut. 
The marquis will be brought there. Make sure that Blanchard 
realizes that he will be implicated if he betrays us. Lucas and 
I shall meet you here. When we arrive and you know that it is 
safe, you will go to Pere Blanchards hut and signal the Day 
Dream, which will be lying off Cap Gris Nez. Tony will send a 
boat for you. Lucas and I shall arrange for separate passage 
back to Dover. The others return on board the Day Dream. 
Wilberforce and Barrett will be on their own and they understand 
the risks. Any questions? 
You are leaving for Paris immediately, then? 
Finn nodded. 
That still does not leave you much time. 



Time enough, said Finn. The important thing to remember 
is not to make our friend Brogard suspicious. Dont forget, 
were dissolute young Englishmen with time and money on 
our hands, out to replenish our cellars with French grape. Ask 
a lot of questions around town to that effect between now and 
Thursday. Who is selling? What are they selling? Who is liable 
to offer the best price? And if you should run into any good 
bargains, feel free to buy me several cases. 
Ffoulkes laughed and they parted company. As they posted 
to Paris in great haste, Finns depression over Marguerite van 


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ished completely, giving way to professional concern. 
What do you want to bet that Mongoose tries it again this 
time? said Finn. 
If he does, itll mean one of two things, said Lucas. 
Since he cant fool Fitzroy into keeping him briefed anymore, 
hell have to have some sort of pipeline into the TIA 
team for information. 
Possible, I suppose, but highly unlikely, Finn said. 
I agree. The other alternative is that hes been watching us 
very, very closely because theres just no other way hed know 
what we were planning. 
Thats what I was thinking, Finn said. Its occurred to me 
that he might have infiltrated us. For all we know, he could be 
one of the boys in the league, since we have no idea what he 
looks like now. Come to think of it, we never knew what he 
really looked like, did we? Hes changed his appearance so 
many damn times, I wonder if he knows what he really looks 
like anymore. Ive cut down the odds as much as I could when 
I planned this operation. No one knew in advance what theyd 
have to do. 
That still leaves room for error, Lucas said. 
Yes, and doubt. Still, its about as tight as it could be, I think. 
We know for sure that Ffoulkes is okay because he took delivery 
of Leforte from Mongoose and Dewhurst was with him the 
night I met Mongoose in the maze, which also eliminates 
Dewhurst. Besides, Briggs was with Dewhurst when Leforte 
was snatched. That still leaves the others. Wilberforce and 
Barrett have orders not to leave each others sight. Rodney 
Moore is with the Byrne brothers, so no one will be alone. At 
least, no one should be alone except for Andy Ffoulkes. Have I 
left anything out? 
No, that covers it. If anyone is where they shouldnt be weve 
got ourselves a suspect. If they all alibi each other, then that 
scratches all of them and we can concentrate on the ones who 


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remained behind on this trip. Its slow, but its steady. It might 
work. 
It had better work, said Finn. Well, you going to take the 
first shift or shall I? 
You go ahead and sleep, said Lucas. Ill wake you at the 
first change of horses. 
They reached Paris without incident the next night and Finn 
paid the driver a handsome bonus, as promised, for keeping 
up a breakneck pace all the way. The exhausted driver took 
the money as though it were contaminated, coming from English 
hands, but it was quite a large sum and he did not complain. 
The first thing they did upon entering the city was to check 



in at the safehouse with Fitzroy, who had established new quarters 
for himself near the Place de la Revolution. Even though 
they had traveled with all possible speed, they were running 
short of time, according to their schedule. Fitzroy confirmed 
that Alan Wilberforce and John Barrett had taken up their station 
in the tiny apartment near the West Barricade. 
The marquis should be there right now, Fitzroy said. You 
still have some time, but you cut it pretty close. 
That was the plan, said Finn. I want no problems or mistakes 
this time. 
I see, Fitzroy said. I trust that there will be none. Ive obtained 
the disguise you asked for. We still have a little time 
left. While youre getting prepared, we can go over the plan. 
The streets were nearly empty as they neared their destination. 
It was very late and only a few people were about. Finn 
and Lucas had both changed their clothing. They appeared to 
be ordinary citizens and Finn had added a dark wig, whiskers, 
and a moustache, along with some additional facial makeup, 
so that he could meet with Wilberforce and Barrett and not be 


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recognized as Percy Blakeney. 
If Wilberforce and Barrett do their part right, it should all 
go smoothly, Lucas said. Unless one of them is Mongoose. 
Well know soon enough, said Finn. Just dont turn your 
back on either of them. One more time. You three start shooting 
your pistols at ? 
Three on the dot, said Lucas. 
Good. Ill wait until I hear the ruckus, then Ill make my 
move with the marquis. As soon as the guards get drawn away, 
Im going for the gate. Theyll probably leave a couple of men 
on the gate unless we get real lucky, but theyll be tired after a 
full shift and shouldnt pose a problem. I just hope to hell the 
horses are where Fitzroy said they would be. 
Weve gone over it with him twice, said Lucas. Theyll be 
there. I just hope the marquis doesnt panic on us. 
If he does, Ill put him to sleep for a little while, said Finn. 
Ill get him to Cap Gris Nez if I have to carry him. 
They turned down a narrow side street and walked halfway 
down the block until they came to the house where Wilberforce 
and Barrett were waiting with the marquis. The room was on 
the second floor. The windows were covered, as per instructions. 
Wait down here, said Finn. Ill send the boys down to you. 
Ill give you a five-minute head start, then Ill follow with the 
marquis. 
Finn entered the building and slowly climbed the steps to 
the second floor, being careful not to make any noise. He came 
to the door of the apartment where the marquis was being 
hidden and softly knocked three times. The door opened just 
a crack. 
I come from the Pimpernel, Finn whispered. 
He was admitted and he entered quickly. Just as quickly 
Barrett shut the door behind him, lowering the hammer slowly 
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What is it? Barrett said in a low, urgent voice. Has anything 
gone wrong? 
Finn tensed. There was no one in the room except himself 
the tall and slender Barrett, and the shorter, more heavily built 



Wilberforce. Both men were staring at him anxiously. There 
was no sign of the marquis. 
What do you mean? said Finn, disguising his voice. Where 
is the marquis? 
Barrett looked alarmed and he exchanged a quick glance 
with Wilberforce. Why, he has gone with the boy, as the Pimpernel 
instructed, he said. 
The boy! What boy? 
The little street urchin, said Wilberforce looking concerned. 
Jean, I think his name was. He brought the womans 
clothing for the marquis and they went out together, posing as 
mother and son. 
Whats the matter? Barrett said. Somethings gone wrong, 
hasnt it? 
No, no, Finn said, recovering quickly, nothing has gone 
wrong. I just didnt know that the Pimpernel would use the 
boy, thats all. 
They looked relieved. Well, Alan and I were both a bit surprised 
that the Pimpernel would use a child, said Barrett, but 
he did seem like a capable young chap and I must admit it was 
a stroke of genius, using a little boy. Who would suspect a 
mother and her son? 
Who, indeed? said Finn. I hadnt known the plan. I was 
only told the part I was to play. 
The Pimpernel likes doing things that way, said Barrett. 
Less chance for the plan being discovered, what? Young Jean 
said we would be contacted regarding any change in plan or 
instructions for our departure. I expect thats your job, eh? 
Right, thats what I came for, Finn said. You are to stay 
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You are English gentlemen who had heard about the goings-on 
here and came to see how the Revolution had changed things 
for yourselves. Youve had a perfectly marvelous time and now 
youre on your way home to tell your friends all about it. If 
youre asked about the Scarlet Pimpernel, you are to overwhelm 
them with questions in return. Everyone in London 
wants to know about the Pimpernel and who would know better 
than the soldiers at the gates? They should grow quite disgusted 
with you and pass you through without further inquiry. 
The two men grinned at each other. 
I say this calls for a celebration, Barrett said. Weve got 
several bottles of claret waiting to be uncorked, old chap. Will 
you join us? 
Wish I could, but I must be on about my business, Finn 
said. Youve done well. Good night and good fortune to you. 
He left them and hurried back downstairs to Lucas. 
Whats happened? Lucas said, grabbing his arm. 
That son of a bitch has done it again! said Finn. He beat 
us to it and took the marquis out from right under our noses! 
Took him? How? 
Youre not going to believe this, Finn said. It was that kid, 
that miserable little pickpocket 
 You mean Jean? The same boy that we 
Thats him. He walked right up to the door, said the Pimpernel 
had sent him, and they turned the marquis over to him. 
We couldnt have missed him by more than twenty minutes! 
Fitzroy is going to have a stroke, said Lucas. What do we 
do now? 



What else can we do? Get back to the coast. But first were 
going to have to go to Fitzroy and tell him what happened. 
Im not looking forward to this, Lucas said, as they started 
walking back. 
Neither am I, said Finn, but at least weve got something 
to tell him beyond the fact that we blew it. There cant be any 


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doubt about it now. Mongoose is one of the members of the 
league. If we get back to Cap Gris Nez and find out that somebody 
wasnt where he should have been, thats our man. 
Otherwise, its one of the men who remained behind in 
England, Lucas said. But then, Hastings, Browning and the 
others wouldnt have known the plan. 
True, but theyd know about the hideout, Finn said. Theyd 
also know to follow whomever we sent on ahead to Paris. 
Theres no other way he could have done it. One of them is 
Mongoose. 
Really? said Fitzroy. Thats very interesting. 
Thats all you have to say? said Finn. 
No, not quite all, Fitzroy said. I could say that Im frankly 
surprised that it took the two of you so long to come to that 
conclusion. Cobra suspected it right from the start when he 
arrived. I could say that if you had been more thorough in 
preparing your men for this rescue attempt, instead of keeping 
them in the dark about what they were to do until the very 
last minute, this might not have happened. In fact, I could say 
a great deal more, but Im not going to bother. Instead, I am 
going to assume full authority over this adjustment immediately. 
I have had about enough of your sorry inefficiency. 
Now just a minute, Lucas said, restraining Finn with a hand 
on his arm. I didnt hear you objecting to the plan when we 
went over it with you. As for taking charge of this adjustment, 
arent you overstepping your authority just a little? Youre 
within bounds to pass on directives from Plus Time, but Observers 
arent 
I know very well what the function of an Observer is, Major 
Priest, I dont need you to tell me! Yes, youre quite correct, 
I am departing from normal procedure, but the two of you 
have left me no other choice. Youve been outwitted twice, both 
times by a boy who cant be more than twelve years old! 


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You know very well that Mongoose had that kid Finn 
began, but Fitzroy interrupted him. 
I am inclined to agree with agent Cobra that Mongoose does 
not present an overt threat to this operation. Its clear to me 
that he desires nothing more than to embarrass the two of 
you, and he seems to be succeeding admirably. Hes doing your 
job for you and doing it quite well, I might add. As long as it 
gets done, I dont really care who does it, so long as the Scarlet 
Pimpernel receives the credit. 
So what do you expect us to do? Finn said, angrily. You 
want us to sit on our hands while Mongoose does all the work? 
Thats a very tempting proposition, said Fitzroy. However, 
I will tell you precisely what I expect you to do. I expect you to 
continue playing your parts and to refrain from any sort of 
independent action. I will devise the plans for all future rescues 
and I will expect you to follow them to the letter, to the 
last detail. I will have my support staff working, with agent 



Cobras team standing by to observe each aspect of each operation, 
ready to act when Mongoose makes his move. The 
moment that the object of the rescue is safely out of danger, 
the agents will move in and apprehend their man. Between 
my own efforts in this regard and agent Cobras investigation, 
Mongoose will be taken. I will do my very best to keep your 
part in this as uncomplicated as possible in order to avoid confusing 
you. I still need a Percy Blakeney. Unfortunately, 
Delaney, youre all I have to fill that role, so you will simply 
have to do, at least for the time being. Now I suggest the two of 
you make your way back to Cap Gris Nez, where Mongoose 
will undoubtedly deliver the Marquis de Sevigne to the League 
of the Scarlet Pimpernel. With any luck, perhaps the TIA agents 
will apprehend him there and youll be spared any further 
embarrassment. Good night, gentlemen. 
Finn was on the verge of making a temperamental reply, 
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the door. Fitzroy watched them with disdain as they left, then 
shook his head and chuckled. 
All right, Jean, he said in French, come on out. 
The closet door opened and the boy stepped out. 
How did you leave the marquis? 
Asleep, downstairs, the boy replied. I pricked him with 
the ring, just as you said. He glanced at the ring he wore on 
his left hand, identical to the one Finn had been given. How 
does it work? 
Dont concern yourself, Jean, you would not understand. 
Youve done very well. Here. He gave the boy a purse. This 
is for you and your brother. Take care that no one steals it 
from you. Ill have more work for you very soon. 
Thank you, monsieur. 
That will be all. Run along now. Take care that no one sees 
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9 
Following the arrival of the Marquis de Sevigne in England 
the Scarlet Pimpernel became a national obsession. A horse 
named Scarlet Pimpernel won at Ascot. A milliner in 
Knightsbridge offered for sale hats a la Scarlet Pimpernel 
and was soon swamped with orders. Several tailors began to 
specialize in suits and dresses a la Scarlet Pimpernel which, 
in spite of their designation, were available in a wide choice 
of colors. Scarlet Pimpernels were worn in lapels across the 
country, pinned to hats, worn as corsages, painted upon snuffboxes, 
made from silk and attached to horses bridles, used as 
a garnish for a wide variety of dishes, and embroidered upon 
velvet slippers, dressing gowns, jackets and handkerchiefs. It 
seemed that the Scarlet Pimpernel was foremost in the mind 
of every Englishman, especially the ersatz Sir Percy Blakeney. 
Mongoose had delivered the marquis to Pere Blanchards 
hut, dropping the aristocrat off at the crest of the St. Martins 
road and directing him to follow the footpath down to the cottage. 
The nobleman arrived only slightly the worse for wear, 
suffering from dizziness and disorientation like the others before 
him. He had attributed the effects to the sleeping draught 
he had been given, ostensibly to prevent him from knowing 
how he was spirited out of Paris. However, Finn and Lucas 



both knew that what he had felt were not the aftereffects of a 
drug, but of travel from one place to another via chronoplate. 
Finn had been encouraged upon learning that the marquis 
had been taken to the cottage, for the hut had not existed as a 
hiding place for them until Andrew Ffoulkes had arranged for 
it shortly after their arrival in France. Obviously, it meant that 
Mongoose knew their plans and therefore had to have assumed 
the guise of one of the members of the league. Yet, he had 
thwarted their efforts to expose him by decoying some of the 


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men away from where they should have been. Just before they 
were to leave Paris, Wilberforce and Barrett had received a 
note signed with the red flower, instructing them to leave the 
city separately for the sake of greater security and telling them 
to rendezvous at Blanchards cottage off the St. Martins road. 
Finn recalled that they had gone out to purchase wine while 
they waited for the arrival of the marquis, which meant that 
one of them could easily have arranged for Jean to pick up the 
aristocrat and then deliver him to Pere Blanchards hut, since 
the other would be traveling alone. Rodney Moore and the 
Byrne brothers had been separated, as well. Ffoulkes had received 
a note similar to the one Barrett and Wilberforce were 
sent. He had found it up in his room shortly after Finn and 
Lucas left for Paris. It had instructed him of a change in plans, 
the reason being that the French had spies everywhere and 
it was best to keep altering the plans at the last minute in order 
to avoid exposing themselves. Ffoulkes had accepted the 
note without question and had followed the instructions to the 
letter. He had directed the Byrne brothers to remain at the 
cottage and he had sent Rodney Moore to watch the St. Martins 
road, where he was to wait for an old woman driving a farm 
wagon to pass by and then watch to see if anyone followed. 
The old woman would obviously be the Pimpernel in disguise. 
He could be Moore or Barrett or Wilberforce said Finn. For 
that matter, its possible that he could be one of the others 
who stayed behind in London. Theres nothing that could have 
prevented him from picking the group up in Calais and following 
Ffoulkes or one of the others to the hut. Then he could 
have tailed Wilberforce and Barrett. Theres any number of 
ways in which he could have managed it. 
At least we know to scratch the Byrne brothers, Lucas said. 
They were together all the time. 
Its really starting to get to me, said Finn. I feel like a fraud. 


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You are a fraud, said Lucas, grinning. 
That isnt what I mean. The thing is, I amthat is, Blakeney 
is supposed to be the Pimpernel, but I haventthat is, he hasnt 
rescued anybody! 
So? 
So Blakeneys only saving grace was that he only appeared 
to be an idiot, while being the Pimpernel in reality. I only appear 
to be the Pimpernel, while being an idiot in reality. 
What the hell are you talking about? said Lucas. 
Finn sighed. I dont know. This whole thing is ridiculous. 
Look at us, sitting here like a couple of old men on a park 
bench. All we need are some bread crumbs and a flock of pigeons. 
We were talking about killing Mongoose because hes 
wreaking havoc with this mission, but what has he really done 



thats so damn terrible? Hes been doing all our work for us 
and taking most of the risks. Ive got a feeling that we should 
be thanking him! 
Thats exactly what he wants, said Cobra. 
They both started and turned to see the agent standing right 
behind them, leaning against a tree. They hadnt even heard 
him approach. He was still dressed the way he had been at the 
party, in his dandys suit, cut in the incroyable style which Percy 
Blakeney had made so popular in London. 
Jesus! Finn said. Dont do that! 
You boys are really slipping, Cobra said. Mongoose must 
be getting to you. 
How long have you been standing there?  said Lucas. 
Long enough. He held out an elegant silver case. Cigarettes? 
I could use one, Finn said. Thanks. 
He lit their cigarettes for them and took one himself. Cant 
stand those damn clay pipes, myself, he said. Its like smoking 
chalk. Anyway, killing Mongoose would be a big mistake. 
For one thing, if you were lucky enough to beat me to him, Id 


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be right there to stop you. The only way that you could eliminate 
him would be to eliminate me, first. Not impossible, Ill 
grant you, but it would just buy you a great deal of trouble and 
it seems youve already got more than you can handle. 
You dont say, said Finn, wryly. 
Ive been watching you two rather closely, said the agent. 
Who do you think drove the coach that took you to Paris? 
That was you? said Finn. 
None other. Mongoose isnt the only expert at disguise, you 
know. I should add that I appreciated the generous tip. That 
was a tiring journey. 
If youre so on top of things, said Lucas, where were you 
when the marquis was taken? 
Following you, said Cobra. At this point, Im a little more 
concerned about what you two might do than I am about Mongoose. 
His death might solve your problem, but it would not 
solve mine. I asked you to cooperate with me on this. I need 
you working with me, not against me. Youve got nothing to 
lose by following my instructions. 
I wish it were that simple, Lucas said. It might appear 
that all that Mongoose has done so far has been to make us 
look like fools, which might very well be his sole intent, but 
youre forgetting that hes breaking all the rules, even going 
so far as to involve someone from this time period in this disruption. 
You mean the boy. 
Yes, damn it, I mean the boy! Due to his interference, that 
boy has already killed several people. Mongoose has to realize 
that hes already altered the course of that boys entire life, 
yet he continues to use him to further his own ends. Thats a 
disruption in itself and theres no telling what effect it will have. 
The point is that Mongoose obviously doesnt care. 
Youre quite right about that, Cobra said. Involving the 
boy was dangerous. The boy cant be overlooked and I intend 


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to take care of it. 
Have you found him yet? said Finn. 
No, but then Ive been extremely careful not to look for 
him. 



Finn rubbed his forehead wearily. This is beginning to give 
me migraines. You mind telling me why not? 
Not at all. If my people find the boy, they might very well 
find Mongoose. Im not yet ready for Mongoose to be found. 
Has it occurred to you that by procrastinating on this case 
because of the agencys internecine power struggle, you have 
become a threat to this adjustment? Lucas said. 
Yes, that has occurred to me. Im taking a calculated risk. 
Ive got news for you, friend, said Finn. That decision isnt 
yours to make. 
No one else is in a position to make it, Cobra said. Try to 
see my side of it. With Mongoose dead, admittedly, most of 
your problems would be solved. However, hes no good to anybody 
dead. Leaving aside the fact that he used to be a damn 
good operative and could be again, hes exposed a massive 
flaw in the databank security system by cracking it. Alive, he 
can tell us how he did that. It doesnt really matter who winds 
up being in control of the agency, that would benefit everyone. 
With Mongoose dead, we might never find out how he 
keyed into the system, which means that theres a chance that 
somebody else might figure out how to do exactly the same 
thing. We might not be so lucky next time. Mongoose purposely 
left us a lot of clues. Someone else may not be so considerate. 
You really want to try going out on a mission when the records 
used to brief you have been tampered with? 
Neither Finn nor Lucas spoke. 
You see? You really have no choice. Mongoose must be taken 
alive. Fitzroy understands that. 
He just doesnt understand that youre stalling, waiting for 
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Thats for his own protection, said the agent. And I remind 
you that I didnt have to tell you that. Im going out of my 
way to play it straight with you two. 
So long as were all being so frank and open with each other 
in this new era of intra-agency cooperation, Lucas said sarcastically, 
Id like to ask you what you think will happen if the 
old guard in the agency lose out in their bid for control. 
Well, that all depends, said Cobra. Under the new administration, 
the autonomy of the agency has been severely 
curtailed. Im not particularly qualified to assess the situation, 
but I can offer some educated guesses. Essentially, what the 
new director and his people have to do in order to bring matters 
fully under their control is to find a highly elite group of, 
well, moles within the agency. Thats not an easy task. When 
the new director assumed his office, one of his first acts was to 
order a compilation of a complete roster of all TIA personnel 
and their field people. 
Field people? Lucas said. 
Indigenous personnel in the employ of field office section 
heads. 
Hold it, Finn said. Do I understand you correctly? Are you 
telling us that TIA agents in the field employ people within 
those time periods? 
Certainly. 
Finn was aghast. Are you people out of your fucking minds? 
Thats in direct violation of 
I know, I know, said Cobra, patiently. However, consider 
the job the section heads have to do. Their problems are almost 



insurmountable. Can you imagine the amount of personnel 
that would be required in order to allow them to gather 
all the necessary intelligence to profile the historical scenarios 
to which they are assigned? It would be a highly unstable situation 
if we brought that many people in. Besides, all anybodys 
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would not be able to function. So, theres always been a sort of 
unofficial policy of looking the other way when indigenous 
personnel have been brought in. The section heads have always 
been very careful about using them. But now that the 
new administration has requested a complete personnel roster, 
its all become official. Of course, any such roster would 
be impossible to compile. No section head would be willing to 
reveal who his field people are and how many of them he uses. 
It would compromise the whole setup. Thats what really 
brought this whole thing out into the open. 
So youve got the new administration and regular agency 
personnel on the one side, Lucas said, and the section heads, 
field agents such as yourself, and covert operations on the 
other. Who has final authority, practically speaking? 
Practically speaking, both sides have final authority, Cobra 
said. Thats why we have our little problem. So long as 
the new administration doesnt know who directs covert operations, 
the handful of people who do know continue to take 
their orders from the old guard, as you put it. Mongoose is 
only one of several people whom I imagine have access to that 
information, which is why the director wants him so badly. 
The point is, he might not need him. Right now, hes ordered a 
scanning procedure for all agency personnel. Sooner or later, 
hes bound to interrogate somebody who has the right answers. 
Whoever directs covert operations is probably pulling all the 
strings available in order to block the scanning operation. 
How would they do that? said Lucas. 
I imagine theyd have to coerce an influential member of 
the Referee Corps. 
Could they do that? Lucas said. 
Its been done before. 
Thats wonderful, said Finn. Next time someone tells me 
that my paranoia is unjustified, Ill laugh in their face. 
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sidering whats at stake, said Lucas. The only thing that has 
prevented a temporal split so far is the inertia of the timestream 
and a hell of a lot of luck. The whole mechanism for insuring 
temporal continuity is held together with nothing more than 
spit and theyre playing these kind of games. 
Only because they have to, Cobra said. Im not saying 
that egos and the desire for power dont enter into it, but both 
sides feel that the other is acting to the detriment of temporal 
continuity. The old guard feels that their system of 
intelligence-gathering and directing operations is the only 
thing maintaining temporal continuity. My guess is that thats 
why the agency tried to take over control of temporal adjustments 
from the First Division. On the other hand, a valid argument 
can be made for the position that the TIA has become 
like an octopus with more tentacles than it can control or knows 
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And where do you stand? Lucas said. 
Im a fatalist, Priest, said Cobra. I was out on a mission 
when the breakdown in the chain of command occurred, otherwise 
Mongooses job as head of field operations would have 
gone to me. If that had happened, I probably would have been 
the first one interrogated and none of this would have happened. 
On the other hand, my being out on a mission at precisely 
that time may not have been circumstantial, if you get 
my meaning. 
So youre saying youre going with whichever way the wind 
blows, Finn said. 
Im following the orders of my superiors, said Cobra. Im 
not asking you to do anything other than what youve been 
ordered to do. I realize that you have a lot of leeway in interpreting 
those orders. Im only asking you to exercise that option. 
He paused to field-strip his cigarette. Frankly, I think 
that all any of us can do is go through the motions. Im convinced 
that a temporal split is inevitable. Theres simply been 


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too much temporal pollution. We cant control it any more. Its 
like riding a runaway horse. You cant stop it, all you can do is 
try to stay in the saddle. 
Theres just one problem with that kind of thinking, Lucas 
said. It presupposes that theres already been so much interference 
with historical events that a breakdown in the 
timestream is unavoidable. If thats the case, we might as well 
give up and go home. The point, to follow your analogy, is not 
to concentrate on staying in the saddle, but to keep the horse 
from taking the bit between its teeth and running away with 
you in the first place. How the hell do you expect to function if 
you believe that the outcome has already been decided? 
You continue to function because theres nothing else to 
do, said Cobra. You think about it too much and you wont 
be able to function at all. For instance, have you considered 
the possibility that there might already have been a timestream 
split at some point in the past and that were part of it? 
Then why arent there two of each of us around? said Finn. 
Cobra smiled. You never know, he said. When you get 
back, maybe there will be. 
Maybe, said Lucas. That might very well depend on what 
we do about Mongoose. 
Ill make a deal with you, Cobra said. You open to a proposition? 
Well listen, Finn said. 
I cant trust my own people, Cobra said, but I can trust 
the two of you. If the new director is made to back off and 
covert operations continues being autonomous, the investigation 
will be called off and my problem will be solved. If it goes 
the other way, Im still duty-bound to deliver Mongoose, but 
there might be people in my team with orders to eliminate 
him if that happens. In that event, Ill need help. 
Whats your proposal? Finn said. 
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said Cobra. You want Mongoose stopped, neutralized before 
he does something to screw up your mission. I want him alive 
and I dont want to interfere with you doing your job as you 
see it. I think that I may have a line on Mongoose, but my 
hands are tied right now. As a result, I cant help you. However, 



I can misdirect my own people. Ill be taking a chance, 
but I think I can pull it off. I also think that I can apprehend 
Mongoose within a matter of days. I propose to do just that, as 
soon as possible, and then hand him over to you. 
Theres only one problem with that idea, Lucas said. We 
cant protect him for you and continue with this adjustment at 
the same time. The Scarlet Pimpernel still has work to do. We 
wont be able to guarantee his safety. 
You can if I give you a chronoplate, said Cobra. Ill stay 
here with Finn and help him to continue doing the Pimpernels 
work. You and Andre can take the chronoplate and, with Mongoose 
in your custody, you can get lost. 
Youre asking us to desert, said Lucas. 
No, just to go A.W.O.L. for a while. 
Really? Finn said. Who gets to explain their sudden disappearance 
to Fitzroy? 
Leave that to me, said Cobra. 
Forget it, were leaving nothing to you, said Finn. We came 
here to do a job and all youve done since you arrived is complicate 
things. This would have been a simple adjustment mission, 
inasmuch as any mission can be simple, if it wasnt for 
the TIA. All you guys were ever meant to do was gather historical 
intelligence to compensate for inaccuracies and omissions 
in the books and thats it, period. Somewhere along the 
line, you decided to become historical policemen. I find the 
idea that your people might have a Referee or two in their 
pocket frankly frightening. Next thing you know, the agency is 
going to start getting involved in arbitration conflicts. Maybe 
you people should change your initials to CIA or KGB. They 


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did much the same sort of thing before one became a multinational 
corporation and the other became a monarchy. 
I can well understand your frustration, Finn, but I dont set 
agency policy, you know. 
You just got through telling us that youre the only one in a 
position to do just that on this adjustment, Finn said. Do you 
know what youre doing or are you just making all this up as 
you go along? 
I take it youre refusing to cooperate, then? said Cobra. 
You take it wrong, Agent Cobra, said Delaney. Youre the 
one whos refusing to cooperate. If I wasnt convinced that there 
might actually be a real threat to Fitzroys life, Id tell him exactly 
what youre doing. Ill give you one thing, youve demonstrated 
that Mongoose must be taken alive, if for no other reason 
than that the new Observer-backed administration of your 
agency needs to learn whos really been calling the shots all 
this time. 
I see no conflict there, said Cobra. 
Well then, Ill make a deal with you, said Finn, and we 
can stop all this nonsense. Lucas and I will agree to back off 
and leave Mongoose to you provided that you stop wasting 
your time shadowing us, get onto Mongoose, and either arrest 
him or make certain that he doesnt sabotage this mission. 
Tell us who your suspect is. We wont move against him without 
any proof, but at least we can watch him and work around 
him. 
Or else? said Cobra. 
Or else we grab him ourselves the moment we have an 
opportunity and turn him over to Fitzroy, wholl clock him out 



before your people have a chance to do much more than widen 
their eyes in surprise. And thats my proposition. 
Cobra smiled. That makes a good deal of sense, he said. 
Theres really only one slight problem with that idea. 
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I doubt that you know what it is, though, Cobra said, grinning. 
All right, Finn, Ill play my ace. Ill play it because I think 
youll have no choice but to fold. Ill even accept your proposition, 
conditionally. 
Whats the condition? Lucas said 
That you follow my direction from this point on, regardless 
of what Fitzroy says. 
Brother, it had better be one hell of an ace youre going to 
play, said Finn. If you think you can undermine Fitzroy 
My suspect is Fitzroy, said Cobra. 
Andrew Ffoulkes and Tony Dewhurst didnt recognize the 
young man who had arrived in Dover with Lucas and Percy 
Blakeney. Dewhurst thought that the young man looked somehow 
familiar, but he could not place where he had seen him. 
What puzzled both of them was the fact that this dark-haired, 
bearded young man whom neither of them knew was suddenly 
a member of their league, the only one besides themselves, 
Lucas, and Andre who was allowed to know that Percy 
Blakeney was the Pimpernel. 
Curious chap, that, Ffoulkes said to Blakeney as they sat 
together in The Fishermans Rest. Keeps to himself, all right. 
He hasnt said two words to us. 
Finn nodded. Rico is not the friendly sort, Ill warrant. Gets 
along with damn few people. 
Hes an Italian, then? said Dewhurst. 
Neapolitano, Finn said. Doesnt speak English very well, 
but hes fluent in French. 
Damn it, Percy, Ffoulkes said, who in Gods name is he? I 
thought we had agreed that we would pass on all members of 
the league together! 
Steady, Andrew, Dewhurst said. Percy knows what hes 
about. 
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did agree upon that and I apologize for not consulting with 
you. However, Rico is a rather special case. He is an old friend 
of mine. I wrote to him some time ago, asking him to come 
and join us. 
Didnt I meet him once in Naples, aboard the Day Dream? 
Dewhurst said, frowning. 
Finn raised his eyebrows. Why, I think you might have, Tony. 
Yes, I do seem to recall your meeting briefly. 
Dewhurst nodded. I was certain that he looked familiar. 
That must be it, then. Why all the mystery? 
Finn smiled. No mystery, really. I simply wasnt sure if he 
could come. I meant to discuss it with you, I suppose, but what 
with one thing and another, it must have slipped my mind. 
Dewhurst and Ffoulkes both looked at Rico, who was sitting 
at a corner table by himself, smoking a pipe. 
Whats so special about him, then? said Ffoulkes. 
Hes to be our main agent in Paris, said Finn. Knows the 
city well, spent a good part of his childhood there. I wanted to 



have someone who was not known to be associated with us to 
keep in close contact with St. Just. In fact, the less were seen 
together with him, the better. Thats why Ive arranged for separate 
passage for him to Calais. 
None of the others knows him, then? said Dewhurst. 
No, thats how I wanted it, said Finn. The French government 
is furious with us, you know. Theyve set their spies to 
watching everyone. I expect theyll be nosing about in London 
soon, if theyre not there already. We must take all steps possible 
to protect ourselves and St. Just, in particular, especially 
since Marguerite wants me to bring him over for a visit. Hell 
be seen with all of us at Richmond and I cant chance his being 
seen with any of our group when he returns to Paris. 
You really believe that the Frenchies will set their dogs on 
us in London? Ffoulkes said. 
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sending an accredited representative to England. You can be 
sure that he will be a spy. 
Well, well be sure to tweak his nose for him, said Ffoulkes, 
grinning widely. 
You will do no such thing, Finn said. When this representative 
arrives, I expect you to treat him with all due respect, 
regardless of your feelings. Dont make the mistake of thinking 
youll be safe in England. Dont underestimate the French. 
A good card player never gives away his hand, Andrew. The 
French wont send a fool. He got up from the table. Ill be 
upstairs. Let me know when Briggs arrives. 
He went up the stairs and, a moment later, Rico followed 
after him. 
Grim-looking fellow, Dewhurst said. 
When was it that you met him? Ffoulkes said, watching 
Rico ascend the stairs. 
I cant recall, exactly. We must not have spoken long, otherwise 
Im sure I would remember. 
I hear all those Italians carry knives, said Ffoulkes. He 
looks the type. 
If he is, then hes our man, said Dewhurst. St. Just is a bit 
too delicate for our sort of work. That chap looks like he might 
be handy in a pinch. I dont envy him having to stay in Paris, 
though. 
Well, better him than either one of us, said Ffoulkes. Paris 
is a nice place to visit, but Id hate to have to live there. He 
sniffed. Too many of those French girls never wash. 
Andre entered the room and softly closed the door behind 
her. She worked her jaw around in an irritated fashion. I hate 
this damn beard, she said. I dont see how you men can eat 
with them. The hairs trap all the food. 
Thats so you wont grow hungry later on, Finn said with a 
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away from Ffoulkes and Dewhurst. Wed better leave your hair 
dark, though. Fitzroy hasnt seen you more than once or twice, 
but I dont want to take any chances. 
Ill make certain that he wont see me at all, said Andre. I 
still cant believe that he might actually be Mongoose. 
Well, we dont know for sure, said Finn, but if you knew 
Mongoose, the whole thing would actually make a crazy kind 



of sense. Fitzroys the last person we would have suspected, so 
of course that makes him the logical candidate. 
But Fitzroy was the one who clocked back to Plus Time and 
reported Mongoose. We know he did that because Cobra is 
here with his team of investigators. 
And an assassin or two, added Finn. He nodded. Youre 
absolutely right. If Mongoose has assumed Fitzroys identity, 
he could have done so afterward. Even if he didnt, it would 
appeal to his sense of sportsmanship to clock back to Plus Time 
and report himself to the one man who would want to get his 
hands on him more than anybody else. 
But the new director of the TIA didnt even know about the 
altered records until Fitzroy brought the whole thing to his 
attention by telling him about the fake Observer, what was his 
name? 
Jack Carnehan. 
Thats it. If Carnehan was Mongoose, then how could 
Fitzroy 
We only have Fitzroys word that there was ever such a 
person as Captain Jack Carnehan. Remember, we never saw 
him. 
But that doesnt mean that there was no Carnehan, said 
Andre. 
No, it doesnt. Which is why youre going to Paris, to find 
out for sure. The really funny thing is that Jack Carnehan really 
does exist. Theres no open file on him as a member of the 
Observers or the Temporal Corps, which is why the new di 


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rector drew a blank, but there is a classified dossier on a Lt. 
Col. Carnehan. Jack Carnehan is Mongooses real name. 
Andre looked at him with astonishment. But thats impossible! 
The new agency director would have known that. He 
had access to Mongooses records 
Which Mongoose had altered,  Finn said, pointedly. 
Andre frowned. Yes, all right, it could have worked that way, 
but then the old director, the one who resigned 
Darrow. 
He would have known because he knew the old dossier. 
He would have recognized Carnehans name! 
Finn nodded. Im sure he did. 
Then, why? 
Because Darrows title as Director of the TIA was a cover. 
He really was the administrative director of the agency before 
he resigned, but he was also the head of covert operations, the 
agency within the agency. 
Andre sat down, shaking her head. I yield, she said. Its 
all too much for me. 
Lucas and I felt the same way when Cobra laid it out for 
us, said Finn. Consider the fact that Darrow resigned his 
post as agency director. The official reason for his resignation 
was that the covert agencys attempt to take over adjustment 
jurisdiction from the Temporal Corps failed. He took the fall 
for it and he also resigned in protest over the Referee Corps 
assigning control of the TIA to the Observer Corps because 
the agency had gotten out of hand. However, the fact that he 
resigned served to protect him from the investigation being 
conducted by the new administration. The directors post is 
primarily an administrative job. When the new administration 
took over, they found out that the director had been little 



more than a figurehead for years. If its a known fact within 
the agency that the director doesnt really run things, wheres 
the best place to hide the person who really gives the orders? 


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Finn spread his hands out. In the directors office, naturally. 
Andre blinked several times and gave her head several quick, 
jerky shakes. So the director who doesnt really run things is 
actually the man 
Who really does run things,  said Finn. 
What worries me is that I think Im beginning to understand 
all this, Andre said. 
Cobra realized that Darrow had to be the head man in covert 
operations, or one of the head men, when he found out 
that Darrow didnt say anything when he found out about Jack 
Carnehan. Carnehan was a code-named agent and the head 
of field operations to boot. Darrow had to have access to his 
dossier when he was in the directors office and he had to know 
his real name. 
But then he would know that Cobra would also know 
No, he wouldnt, Finn said. Spooks are ultraparanoid. 
Agents are supposed to know each other only by their designated 
code-names. Mongoose and Cobra worked very closely 
together and developed a special relationship. As a gesture of 
trust, they broke regulations and privately told each other their 
real names. 
It seems to have backfired on Carnehan, said Andre. 
Finn shook his head. No, it didnt. How do we know about 
Carnehan? That was the name he gave Fitzroy, assuming that 
Fitzroy is genuine. Otherwise, it was the name Fitzroy gave us 
when he made up this fictitious pseudo-Observer. Either way, 
Mongoose or Carnehan was virtually certain that Cobra would 
be the one sent to bring him in. By using his real name, which 
he knew would be passed on to Cobra, he was doing two things. 
He was issuing an open challenge to Cobra, his old partner, 
and at the same time, he was warning him to watch out for 
Darrow. 
But by doing that, he also gave himself away, said Andre. 
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first person Cobra would suspect. 
Thats assuming hes Fitzroy, said Finn. Even if he is, 
making himself the logical suspect is something that would 
amuse him. Were really in no position to do anything without 
proof and he knows that. 
If Mongoose really is Fitzroy, said Andre, what happened 
to the real one? 
Maybe Carnehan has him stashed away somewhere, said 
Finn. Or maybe hes killed him. Or maybe there never was a 
real Fitzroy. The problem is that hes got that chronoplate. With 
all his years in the agency, he has to have his own contacts. 
Cobra might know some of them, but he wouldnt know them 
all. If we start to get too close and Mongoose gets wind of it, all 
he needs to do is to clock out, visit some cosmetic surgeon 
hes had an old arrangement with, get a new face, come back, 
and start again. You were complaining that you didnt have 
enough responsibility on this mission. Well, you now have the 
most responsible job of all. Youre going to have to be the one 
to tell us the truth about Fitzroy. 



That boy will be the key, she said. If he contacts Fitzroy, 
well know. What do you want me to do about the boy? 
Dont do anything. Follow him, if you have a chance. He 
has a brother somewhere that hes very protective of. You find 
me that brother. 


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St. Just cant help us much this time, said Fitzroy. 
Finn and Lucas sat at the small table in his tiny apartment 
making a short meal of wine, bread, and cheese. Somewhere 
in that very apartment, most likely, Fitzroy kept his chronoplate. 
It was a tremendous temptation to overpower him then and 
there, ransack the apartment, find the plate, and take him prisoner. 
The only thing that prevented them from doing just that 
was the fact that Fitzroy could well be exactly what he represented 
himself to be. If that was the case, given the way he 
already felt about them, their court-martial would be a foregone 
conclusion. The chronoplate could also be hidden elsewhere. 
Le Comte de Tournay de Basserive has been condemned to 
death, along with his entire family, said Fitzroy. The comtesse 
and her two children are still relatively safe. Theyre in Valmy, 
where theyre being hidden by trusted friends. De Tournay, 
however, is still somewhere in Paris. St. Just has no idea where 
he is. He was sentenced in absentia and St. Just did what he 
could to defend him, but hes already in disfavor with the rest 
of the tribunal. 
How did he know where the family was? said Lucas. 
The Tournays and the St. Justs knew each other before the 
Revolution, said Fitzroy. They were hardly in the same social 
class, but the St. Justs were not exactly paupers. Armand 
St. Just sent word that the Tournays had close friends in Valmy, 
a merchant and his wife whose children used to go to school 
together with Suzanne de Tournay and the young vicomte. 
Fitzroy smiled. Citizen St. Just has been a great help to us, 
keeping me informed as a member of the league. However, 
now that de Tournay has been sentenced, its only a matter of 
time before the soldiers of the Republic trace his family. You 


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must get them out first. Well get the old man out as soon as 
we locate him. 
Well, at least getting them out of Valmy should be easier 
than getting someone out of Paris, Lucas said. Theyll still 
have checkpoints manned by soldiers of the Republic, but their 
security wont be as tight, especially since the Pimpernel hasnt 
been active in that area. 
Thats true, Fitzroy said, but dont allow that to make you 
overconfident. I dont want any mistakes this time. Ive devised 
a plan for you to follow. I want you to pass it on to the 
members of the league exactly as I give it to you. If Mongoose 
attempts to interfere again, Ill make certain that agent Cobra 
will be ready for him. 
That would make a nice change of pace, said Finn. 
Your sarcasm is not appreciated, Delaney, said Fitzroy. Ill 
remind you that it wasnt agent Cobra who allowed Mongoose 
to outfox you every time. Ive made matters nice and simple 
for you. All you have to do is follow instructions. Leave Mongoose 
to those more qualified to deal with him. 
What do you think? said Andre. 



I think its very possible, Lucas said. Mongoose always 
was a slippery customer and Fitzroy has been in the ideal position 
to know everything thats going on. His voice didnt tell 
me anything, even though I was paying very close attention to 
its sound, but then if Mongoose couldnt learn to disguise his 
voice, he never wouldve made head of field operations. 
It felt a little tense in there, said Finn. I hope we didnt 
give anything away. 
Lucas shook his head. I think its all right, for now. If Fitzroy 
and Mongoose are the same, we should have proof of that very 
soon. 
I was thinking that he might give me the slip by using the 
chronoplate to clock directly out of that apartment, Andre said. 


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Its possible, but unlikely,- Lucas said. If he really was an 
Observer, hed do that to go from here to, say, Calais. On the 
other hand, we know that Mongoose isnt working alone. Hes 
found himself a very unusual field man and hes going to have 
to get in touch with him. 
Suppose he doesnt? Andre said. What if he decides to act 
alone this time? 
He very well might, said Finn, but that kid gives Mongoose 
an advantage and I think hell use it. His plan gives him 
plenty of time to allow us to get in touch with Ffoulkes and 
then set out for Valmy. Once weve done that, hell probably 
start putting his own little plan into motion. He can use the kid 
to get to the comtesse and her children ahead of us while he 
sets things up in Cap Gris Nez. In order to do that, hell have to 
give instructions to the kid. I dont think hell risk clocking 
around inside Paris. Its too congested. Besides, theres no need 
for him to do that. He has plenty of time. Hell either go to the 
kid or the kid will come to him. 
Unless he has already given Jean his instructions, Andre 
said. 
Thats one thing he wouldnt have done, said Lucas. Hed 
wait to make certain we didnt demand any changes in his 
plan before he told Jean what to do. Thats why he allowed us 
enough time to get back to Cap Gris Nez and get in touch with 
Ffoulkes. Only were not going to do that. Were going straight 
to Valmy. Were also going to Cap Gris Nez by a different route 
than the one we agreed upon. 
The important thing for you to do is to wait here, said Finn, 
and watch that house. Use your own judgment. If he hasnt 
done anything after several hours or if Jean hasnt come to 
see him, get over there and see if hes still inside. 
And if hes not, I will break in, said Andre. 
Lucas nodded. But be very careful. If hes clocked out from 
inside that apartment, itll mean one of two things. Hes either 


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clocked out with the plate, or else hes programmed it to remain 
behind and clock him back the moment he activates the 
remote control unit. If thats the case, you can be sure hell 
have taken steps to protect that room. 
There are several systems he might have used, said Finn. 
Im familiar with them, Andre said. 
I didnt finish. Youre familiar with standard equipment. The 
TIA uses a different system, Finn said. Cobra gave us a brief 
description of it. Its a more extreme defensive system than 



those used by the Corps and the Observers. Now pay attention. 
A little over half an hour had passed since Finn and Lucas 
had departed for Valmy, leaving Andre to watch the safehouse, 
when she saw Fitzroy leave by the front door. Despite the fact 
that there was no reason for him to suspect that he might be 
followed, Andre still took great precautions to trail him discreetly. 
She gave him lots of room, keeping back as far as she 
could, only closing the distance quickly when he turned a corner 
or was momentarily lost to her sight. Mongoose, if he was 
really Mongoose, seemed oblivious to her presence as he 
walked purposefully through the city street, heading toward 
the center of the city. 
Abruptly, he turned into a side street that led into a small 
cul-de-sac, through an alley strewn with garbage. She quickly 
moved in when she saw him pass through a doorway into what 
turned out to be a small tobacco shop marked only with a crude 
wooden sign. A name had been carved into the sign and then 
the grooved carvings had been filled in with black paint. The 
sign had grown so dark that it was difficult to read the name 
painted there, but once she came close, she could see that it 
said, simply, Lafittes. 
Cautiously, Andre peered through the grimy window. She 
saw a small room, crudely furnished with several tables and 
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sampled tobacco from the jars upon the shelves on the left 
side of the room. On the other side of the room was a large 
workbench upon which some carving tools were scattered 
around. She could see some clay pipes stacked and ready for 
the kiln at the back of the shop, as well as several meerschaums 
in various stages of completion. Some wooden pipes, a novelty 
in Paris, had been carved from apple and cherry wood 
and hung by the bowls on nails driven at angles into the wall. 
The door was wedged open and Andre could smell the pleasant 
aroma of strong tobacco wafting out from the interior of 
the shop. 
Fitzroy stood at a shelflike partition at the back of the shop 
behind which was a heavy curtain that separated the shop from 
some back room. 
Lafitte! he called out. 
An old man with a leathery face and shaggy, unkempt gray 
hair pulled back the curtain and came into the shop, wiping 
his hands upon his dirty leather apron. A large, egg-shaped 
meerschaum, colored so deeply that it was almost black, was 
clamped between his teeth. He seemed to recognize Fitzroy. 
Where is that worthless nephew of yours? Fitzroy said. 
The old man shrugged, turned around and pulled back the 
curtain. Jean! he yelled, his voice sounding like a death rattle. 
The boy came out after several minutes, holding a broom. 
Upon seeing Fitzroy, he propped the broom up against the wall 
and joined him at one of the tables. The old man went back 
behind the curtain, but Mongoose, for it was obviously he, 
spoke with the boy in low tones and Andre could not make out 
what they were saying. After a short while, Mongoose rose 
from the table and Andre quickly got out of sight before he 
came back out of the shop. She followed him back to the apartment. 
She waited another half an hour to forty-five minutes, watching 
the house from across the street, then she went up to the 



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door and went inside. Moving slowly and quietly, she made 
her way up the stairs. She paused just outside the door, her 
back pressed against the wall, her head cocked as she listened 
intently for any sound coming from within. There was none. 
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a length of wire. 
Pulling on a pair of leather gloves, she shaped it carefully, then 
slipped it through the crack in the door, maneuvering it so 
that it bent itself around the wooden bar on the other side and 
then poked out through on her side again. Very carefully, she 
grabbed both ends and slowly, using gentle, steady pressure, 
worked the bar back bit by bit. When she was done, she replaced 
the wire back into her pocket and took a deep breath. 
Crouching on her knees, away from the front of the door, she 
reached out and quickly pulled it open, then jerked back. 
A beam shot out the door at about the level her chest would 
have been had she been standing. It began to burn its way 
through the thick wall opposite the door. She had perhaps a 
few seconds in which to act. Staying very low, she dove through 
the door beneath the beam, spotted the assembled chronoplate 
in the center of the room and quickly moved toward it. She 
didnt know the failsafe code for this particular unit, but it didnt 
matter. She didnt need it. She kicked at the control panel, then 
ran out the door as the defense system shut itself off. She knew 
she had only seconds left before the failsafe was triggered. 
She was at the top of the stairs when the force of the explosion 
picked her up and threw her into the wall just above the landing. 
Stunned, she managed to pick herself up and get down to 
the first floor, then out the door. 
A crowd was beginning to gather, attracted by the noise of 
the explosion and the smoke pouring through the hole in the 
wall on the second floor. Andre pushed her way through, grateful 
for the fact that none of her bones seemed to have broken. 
Her face was bleeding from her having struck the wall and 
her chest and head hurt. Perhaps she had sustained a slight 


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concussion. Mongoose, however, had more serious problems. 
If he was lucky, he had not been able to react to his alarm 
quickly enough to activate his remote clockback unit. Otherwise, 
he had either been caught in the explosion when he 
materialized or else he would never materialize anywhere, 
being trapped forever in the limbo soldiers called the dead 
zone. For the sake of agent Cobra, Andre hoped that Mongoose 
was still alive. Personally, she did not much care one 
way or the other. 
The Comtesse de Tournay was an elegant old woman who 
conveyed no impression that she had narrowly escaped France 
with her life. To look at her, one would not think that her husband 
still remained behind in Paris, a hunted enemy of the 
state. She arrived in Dover attired in the height of fashion, 
carrying her elaborately coiffed white head high and sniffing 
with disdain at the fishy smell of the seacoast town. Her son, 
the young vicomte, was barely eighteen years old and, like his 
mother, he carried himself in a grand manner, back 
ramrod-straight and shoulders thrown back. He walked with 
a cocky swagger and kept his left hand casually resting on the 
pommel of his sword. Suzanne de Tournay, on the other hand, 
seemed markedly unaffected, by comparison. She spoke English 
better than either her mother or her brother. While they 



had been content to remain in their cabins on the Day Dream 
during the crossing, she had kept company on deck with Andrew 
Ffoulkes. With her hat held in her hand, she had allowed 
the wind to play havoc with her hair as she breathed in the 
salty air and gloried in their newfound freedom while, at the 
same time, she shared her concern for her father with Ffoulkes, 
her rescuer, who had become totally captivated by her. 
As they entered the Fishermans Rest together with Ffoulkes 
and Dewhurst, Jellyband seemed to be everywhere at once 
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fort and barking orders at his serving staff. 
Well, said the comtesse, speaking English with a thick 
French accent, I must admit, this is not quite the hovel I imagined 
it to be when I saw it from the outside. Still, I trust that we 
will not be remaining long? 
Only long enough to have a bite to eat and arrange for a 
coach to London, Madame la Comtesse, said Dewhurst. 
In that case, the sooner we can dine and be on our way, the 
better, she said, haughtily. We have been subjected to quite 
enough indignities. Please do not misunderstand, Lord 
Dewhurst; I am most grateful to you and this gallant Scarlet 
Pimpernel for delivering us from persecution. However, if I 
had to spend one more night in that frightful, smelly little shack, 
I think I would have gone quite mad. 
It was not so bad, Mama, Suzanne said, a bit embarrassed 
by her mothers remark. Anyway, all that is behind us now. 
We are in England! Soon we shall be meeting many others 
like ourselves, who have found new homes here. 
Indeed, the old woman said, adding another contemptuous 
sniff. I am quite sure that it will not all be entirely uncivilized. 
Still, there is one recent emigre I hope that I shall never 
meet. Have you gentlemen ever heard of a woman named 
Marguerite St. Just? 
Dewhurst and Ffoulkes glanced at each other uneasily. 
Everyone in London knows Lady Blakeney, said Andrew 
Ffoulkes. She and Sir Percy are the leaders of London society. 
Everyone admires and respects her. 
Well, I, for one, do not admire and respect her, said the 
comtesse, stiffly. What is more, if she is the type of person 
you enshrine in your society, I fear that I cannot say much 
good about it. We knew each other, once. She and my Suzanne 
attended school together. However, it seems that she preferred 
to learn her lessons at the hands of the Revolutionary tribunal. 
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to pull it down. 
Really, Im sure that Lady Blakeney Ffoulkes began but 
the comtesse interrupted him. 
Your Lady Blakeney was responsible for the death of the 
Marquis de St. Cyr. If you prefer to forget such things here in 
England, I can assure you that I recall them quite vividly. We 
are in England now and we are grateful for your English hospitality. 
We shall try not to abuse it. However, should I encounter 
Marguerite St. Just, I shall refuse to acknowledge her existence. 
Ffoulkes leaned close to Dewhurst and whispered in his ear. 
This is a most unfortunate turn of events, Tony, he said. Lady 
Blakeney is due to arrive here at any moment. Percys ridden 



out to meet her coach. 
Dewhurst nodded. With any luck, we can get them upstairs 
to refresh themselves and then try to head Percy off. It wouldnt 
do to have 
At that moment, a coach was heard pulling up outside. Seconds 
later, the door to the Fishermans Rest opened and Marguerite 
Blakeney entered. 
Lord, Im famished! she said. The air in here smells quite 
delicious. She saw the others and her eyes widened in surprise. 
Andrew! Tony! What a delightful surprise! And is that 
? It is you, Suzanne! Whatever are you doing here in England? 
Suzanne, I forbid you to speak to that woman, said the 
comtesse, pointedly looking away from Marguerite. 
For a moment, Marguerite looked both stunned and hurt by 
this rejection; but understanding quickly dawned and she recovered, 
albeit a bit shakily. 
Well! What bug bit you, I wonder? she said, attempting to 
sound casual. 
The young vicomte stood up, drawing himself up to appear 
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to speak with you, madame, he said. We have no desire to 
socialize with traitors! 
See here, now, Ffoulkes began, but at that moment, the 
door opened once again and Finn walked in, shaking the dust 
off of his coat. 
Begad, what have we here?  he said, taking in the momentarily 
frozen tableau. 
Marguerite smiled a bit crookedly. Oh, nothing very serious, 
Percy, she said, lightly, only an insult to your wifes 
honor. 
Odds life, you dont say! said Finn. Who would be so reckless 
as to take you on, my dear? 
The young vicomte approached him, taking a jaunty stance 
with his hand upon the pommel of his sword. The lady is 
referring to my mother and myself, monsieur, he said. As 
any apology would be quite out of the question, I am prepared 
to offer you the usual reparation between men of honor. 
Finn stared down at the boy, putting a look of astonishment 
upon his face. Good Lord! Where on earth did you learn to 
speak English? Its really quite remarkable. I wish I could speak 
your language as well, but Im afraid that the proper accent is 
quite beyond me! 
The lad looked at him with irritation. I am still waiting for 
your reply, monsieur. 
Finn glanced at Ffoulkes and Dewhurst in a puzzled fashion. 
My reply? What the devil is this young fellow talking 
about? 
My sword, monsieur! the vicomte said in exasperation. I 
offer you my sword! 
Begad, said Finn, what good is your sword to me? I never 
wear the damned things, theyre forever getting in the way 
and poking people. Damned nuisance, if you ask me. 
I believe the young man means a duel, my husband, Marguerite 
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A duel! You dont say! Really? 
Yes, a duel, monsieur, said the vicomte. I am offering you 



satisfaction. 
Well, Id be quite satisfied if you went back to your table 
and sat down, said Finn. A duel, indeed! This is England, my 
dear chap, and we dont spill blood quite so freely here as you 
Frenchies do across the water. Odds life, Ffoulkes, if this is an 
example of the type of goods you and that Pimpernel import, 
youd be better to dump em off mid-Channel. A duel, indeed! 
How perfectly ridiculous! 
Marguerite chuckled. Look at them, Tony. The French bantam 
and the English turkey. It would appear that the English 
turkey has won the day. 
You are wasting your time, young sir, she said to the 
vicomte. My husband, as you can see, is far too sensible a 
man to allow an insult to his wife to make him do anything so 
foolish as to risk life and limb in its defense. 
Please let the matter drop, like a good fellow, Dewhurst 
said to the vicomte, placatingly. After all, fighting a duel on 
your first day in England would hardly be the proper way to 
make a start in your new homeland. 
Looking a bit taken aback, the vicomte looked from Finn to 
Dewhurst and then shrugged his shoulders. Well, since monsieur 
seems disinclined to accept my offer, I will take it that 
honor has been satisfied. 
You may take it any way you wish, said Finn, with a wave 
of his handkerchief, but take it over there somewhere. This 
whole incident has been frightfully annoying. It would be best 
for all if the entire matter were forgotten. Indeed, its already 
passed from my memory. 
Come, children, said the comtesse. We have yet to reach 
our final destination and we would do well to take some rest. 
We shall dine up in our rooms, she said to Dewhurst, where 
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that it wont be a great improvement. 
Suzanne was about to speak to Marguerite, but her mother 
spoke a sharp command and, with an embarrassed, apologetic 
look, Suzanne left the room to go upstairs. 
Well, I cant say that I care much for her manner, Marguerite 
said. That was quite a narrow escape for you, Percy. 
For a moment, I actually believed that young man would attack 
you. 
I daresay I would have given a good accounting of myself, 
said Finn. Ive raised the fists in the ring with some success 
on a number of occasions, although brawling in a tavern would 
not be my idea of sport, you know. 
As they spoke, there were a number of other patrons in the 
Fishermans Rest, some of whose idea of sport was precisely 
that, they had been watching with some interest when it appeared 
that there might be an altercation between the young 
French aristocrat and the older English dandy. When the two 
would-be combatants disappointed them, they went back to 
their meat pies and ale, all except three men who sat on the 
far side of the room in a dark corner. These three all wore 
long cloaks and huddled together, as though in private conversation, 
although they did not speak. Instead, they listened 
very closely. One of them, his black hat with its wide brim 
pulled low over his eyes, nodded to himself with satisfaction. 
When the young vicomte came back downstairs briefly to tell 
Ffoulkes and Dewhurst that his mother was quite tired and 



had elected to stay the night and travel to London the next 
morning, he smiled to himself. 
Excellent, he said softly, in French, to his two companions. 
It would seem that several opportunities are beginning 
to present themselves. 
One of his companions nodded. If we strike tonight and 
strike quickly, we can seize the aristos and bring them back to 
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No, no, mon ami, said the first man. Put the de Tournays 
out of your mind. They no longer matter. We are after bigger 
game. Those two have proved my theory. I am convinced that 
this Scarlet Pimpernel is an English nobleman and they will 
lead us to him. Now listen closely, this is what I want the two 
of you to do tonight. 
Captain Briggs, skipper of the Day Dream, owned a small 
house overlooking the harbor in Dover. On this night, rather 
than sleeping in his own bed, he was staying aboard the Day 
Dream at Percy Blakeneys request, so that Armand St. Just 
and his sister could have some hours of privacy together. Finn 
had conducted Marguerite to the tiny, whitewashed house with 
its neat little garden and then returned to his room in the 
Fishermans Rest. After an affectionate greeting, brother and 
sister sat down to the table for a few cups of tea. 
I feel as though I have snuck into England like a thief, 
Armand said, smiling. I hid in Captain Briggss cabin during 
the crossing, fearing to venture out. I can well imagine how 
the Comtesse de Tournay would have reacted upon seeing not 
only a St. Just, but a member of the Committee of Public Safety 
aboard the boat that was taking her to freedom! 
Marguerite looked at her brother and felt an overwhelming 
sadness. At first glance, he was still the same youthful-looking 
charmer, but on closer inspection, she could see that his hair 
was now lightly streaked with gray. There were bags under 
his blue eyes and his face had a tired and haggard look. 
I think Percy is being totally unreasonable, insisting upon 
our meeting this way, she said. You should come and stay 
with us, Armand, in Richmond. This is 
No, no, do not blame Percy, said Armand. He invited me 
to Richmond. This was at my insistence. I cannot be gone from 
France for long and, given the climate of opinion on these 
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taining a member of Fouquier-Tinvilles committee in your 
home. It would be a bit awkward for me, as well. This way, at 
least we have some time to spend alone together. Tell me, then, 
my sister, are you happy here? How is England treating you? 
England treats me well enough, said Marguerite, but as 
to being happy, I cannot recall when I have been so miserable. 
What, is Percy not treating you well? He doesnt beat you, 
surely! 
Oh, no, nothing like that, said Marguerite. Sometimes I 
almost wish he would. It might even be preferable to the way 
he treats me now. He is polite and attentive, he sees to all my 
needs and comforts, but he has withdrawn his love from me, 
Armand. He has heard the gossip, the stories about the Marquis 
de St. Cyr 
Havent you told him the truth? Armand said. Havent you 



explained that you struck out at St. Cyr on my account? 
What good would that do? said Marguerite. It would not 
change what I have done. What am I to tell him, that I spoke 
carelessly in a group of what I believed to be trusted friends, 
accusing a man of treason because he had my brother caned 
for having the effrontery to express his plebeian love for St. 
Cyrs aristocratic daughter? Would that excuse my actions? 
You oversimplify the situation, Marguerite. St. Cyr was a 
traitor. We both knew he had written letters to Austria, seeking 
help to put down the Revolution. He did not merely have 
me caned when he learned of my seeing Juliette. I was nearly 
beaten to death. Surely Percy would understand what you did 
under the circumstances. You also do not mention the lengths 
to which you went to try to save him after his arrest. St. Cyr 
was a monster who represented the worst in the old system, a 
decadent aristocrat who flogged his servants regularly, who 
ran down people with his coach when they were not quick 
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What difference does all that make? said Marguerite. It 
does not change the fact that I informed upon the man and 
sent him to his death, along with his whole family. It does not 
change the fact that in doing so, I became a part of what Percy 
so abhors about the Revolution. I can well imagine how he 
must feel now, having had you brought here so that we could 
see each other once again. He has a wife who was an informer 
and a brother-in-law who sits upon a committee of ruthless 
murderers whose thirst for blood is infamous. Why, Armand? 
Why continue with it? Stay here, with me. At least give me the 
peace of mind in knowing that you are no longer a part of all 
that savagery! 
Armand shook his head. No, my dear sister, I cannot. That 
we have acted savagely, I cannot dispute. Yet, there must be a 
voice speaking out for reason in the tribunal. Ill grant that my 
lonely voice has, for the most part, been lost upon the wind, 
but it is a wind that must soon blow itself out. The Revolution 
is a force for good. It has brought about a rebirth in our country 
and it gives the people hope. But the abuses of the aristocracy 
will not be easily or quickly forgotten. The beaten dogs 
have turned upon their former brutal masters and they must 
growl and rend and tear until theyve had their fill. This is the 
way of things, for better or for worse. Until the hate of the 
people for the aristos burns itself out, these executions will 
continue. I find it loathsome, but it is a fact of life. Hard to 
believe though it may seem, good will come of it all in the end 
and the Revolution will stand in history as a terrible monument 
to what can happen when people are pushed too far. 
Meanwhile, I must remain in France and do what I can, what 
little that may be, to bring an end to all of it so that we may get 
on about the business of rebuilding and leave behind the tearing 
down. And just as the peoples hate will burn itself out one 
day, so will Percy come to understand why you did what you 
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Marguerite shook her head. I wish I could believe that. 
You must believe it, Marguerite. Percy loves you. It is the 
strongest of emotions and it soon defeats all others. 
I wonder, she said. I know he loves me, Armand, I can 



see it in his eyes. Yet, though we live together, we remain apart. 
We almost never speak, except when necessary, and the only 
true friend that I had at Richmond, one of the servants, a girl 
named Andre, was sent away by Percy and now I have no one 
left to talk to. 
Then you must talk to Percy, said Armand. You must resolve 
matters between you. 
Believe me, Armand, there is nothing I want more, but I 
am frightened. Percy frightens me. I do not know him anymore. 
I think sometimes that I must be going mad. You have 
seen him, you have spoken with him. Have you not found him 
changed? 
Armand frowned. Im not certain what you mean. He has, 
perhaps, put on a few more airs since last I saw him; other 
than that, he seems the same. 
I tell you, he is a different man, said Marguerite. I cannot 
explain it, but I half believe that he is not Percy Blakeney, but 
some impostor who looks and speaks just like him. I am living 
with some stranger and what frightens me even more is that I 
seem to find this stranger even more compelling than my husband. 
Armand smiled. From what you tell me, it seems that Percy 
is at odds with his ideals. He loves you, yet he hates what you 
have done, what he thinks you believe. Such a state of affairs 
might well affect a man so deeply that he would seem a 
stranger, not only to you, but to himself, as well. 
Perhaps that is what it is, said Marguerite. Still, I cannot 
help but think that 
Im certain that is all it is, Armand said, taking his sisters 
hand. These are trying times for all of us, Marguerite. We 


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shall simply have to persevere. 
She smiled halfheartedly. Look at me, she said, crying on 
your shoulder when you have troubles ever so much greater 
than my own. 
They, too, shall pass, Armand said, patting her hand. 
Must you leave so soon? she said. Ive missed you so! 
Armand nodded. Yes, Im afraid I must. I sail in the morning. 
Captain Briggs has been good enough to promise to take 
me back across. I should not have come, but I missed you, too. 
Still, there is much needing to be done in Paris. 
Then I shall come to visit you in Paris soon! 
That would not be wise, Armand said. Things are unstable 
in the government right now. I would feel far happier 
knowing you were safe in England, where a threat to you could 
not be used against me. 
Is it as bad as that? she said, her face grave with concern. 
Yes, and I fear it will grow worse before its over, Armand 
said. You mark my words, those doing the chopping now may 
one day soon find their own necks on the block. 
Then dont go back, Armand, said Marguerite. Why place 
yourself in danger needlessly? 
Because it is not needless, my dear. I said that there must 
be a voice for reason and there is precious little reason in 
France these days. If those who feel as I do were to abdicate 
their responsibility, there would be no reason at all. 
It was late when Marguerite returned to the Fishermans 
Rest. Finn had left the coach with her, but because the inn was 
not far away, she had sent the coachman back to eat his supper 
earlier, saying she preferred to walk in the cool night air. 



As she was about to pass through the door of the inn, she heard 
a soft voice behind her say, I always find a walk before bedtime 
relaxing, too, Citoyenne St. Just. 
Startled, she quickly turned around to see a little, foxlike 
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years old and slender. He held a tiny pewter snuffbox in his 
left hand and beneath his wide-brimmed black hat his sharp 
features were set in a look of friendly affection. 
Chauvelin? said Marguerite. 
Its so nice to be remembered, Citoyenne St. Just, he said, 
with a slight bow. 
Not Citoyenne St. Just, but Lady Blakeney now, said Marguerite. 
Ah, yes, of course. I stand corrected. How fares the leading 
light of the Comedie Francaise? 
The former leading light of the Comedie Francais is frightfully 
bored these days, my dear Chauvelin. And what brings 
you to England? 
Matters of state, said Chauvelin, taking a pinch of snuff. I 
am to present my credentials to Mr. Pitt in London tomorrow 
as the official representative of the Republican government to 
England. 
You may find your reception a trifle cool, my dear 
Chauvelin, said Marguerite. The English are not very sympathetic 
to the government in France these days. 
Chauvelin smiled. I am quite aware of that, he said. If 
anything, you understate the case. Still, I must do my duty. 
Besides, I also have other responsibilities. You mentioned that 
you were bored, Citoyenne. I may have just the remedy for 
that. It is called work. 
Marguerite raised her eyebrows. Work? Are you saying that 
you would employ me, Chauvelin? 
The Frenchman shrugged. In a manner of speaking, perhaps. 
Tell me, have you ever heard of the Scarlet Pimpernel? 
Heard of the Scarlet Pimpernel? said Marguerite, with a 
chuckle. My dear Chauvelin, all of England has heard of the 
Scarlet Pimpernel! We talk of nothing else. We have hats a la 
Scarlet Pimpernel; our horses are called Scarlet Pimpernel; at 
the Prince of Waless party the other night, we had a souffle a 


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la Scarlet Pimpernel. 
Yes, well, he has become rather well known in France, as 
well, said Chauvelin. In fact, as I have said, I have several 
responsibilities on my mission here. One of my duties is to 
learn about this League of the Scarlet Pimpernel. Aristocratic 
French emigres have been arousing feeling abroad against the 
Republic. I need to find this Scarlet Pimpernel and bring to an 
end his criminal activities. I am certain that he is a young buck 
in English society. I would like you to help me find him. 
Me? said Marguerite. Why, what could I do? 
You could watch, Citoyenne, and you could listen. You move 
in the same circles as he does. 
Understand me, Chauvelin, she said, even if I could do 
anything to aid your cause, I would not do so. I could never 
betray so brave a man, whoever he may be. 
You would prefer to be insulted by every French aristocrat 
that comes to this country? Chauvelin said. Yes, I observed 
that little drama earlier this evening. If this Scarlet Pimpernel 



is not brought to justice, I can assure you that it will be replayed 
time and time again, with each new arrival who recalls 
your part in the trial of the ci-devant Marquis de St. Cyr. 
Marguerite stiffened. Be that as it may, Chauvelin, she said, 
I will not help you. 
I see, said Chauvelin. Well, I am not a man to be easily 
dissuaded, Citoyenne. He pointedly ignored her correction of 
him as to her proper title. I think that we shall meet again in 
London. 
Irritated, Marguerite gave him a curt nod of dismissal and 
entered the Fishermans Rest without saying anything further 
to the little Frenchman. Since they had last seen each other in 
Paris, he had developed an oily officiousness she did not care 
for at all. 
There were still several patrons sitting at the tables, despite 
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Marguerite said a brief good night to them and went upstairs, 
only to find that her husband was not in. For a moment, she 
wondered if she had really expected him to be. She also wondered 
about the pretty blonde girl in Jellybands employ. If 
Percy was not coming to her bed, perhaps he was going to 
someone elses. 
As she prepared to go to bed, alone as usual, Marguerite 
contemplated all her recent disappointments. The fact that 
Armand was only able to spend so brief a period of time with 
her was only one more disappointment added to the list. She 
understood why he had to go back to Paris and why it would 
be unseemly for him to mingle in the Blakeneys social circle. 
Still, she felt that she had not really been able to tell him half 
the things she meant to say to him. Some things, she thought 
one cannot speak of, even with a brother. She had only been 
able to hint at what was really bothering her. She missed her 
confidant. 
As Chauvelin quietly entered the small firelit room, he saw 
Ffoulkes and Dewhurst Iying unconscious on the floor, his two 
agents going through their pockets. He closed the door behind 
him softly. 
Did either of them see you? he whispered. 
One of the men shook his head. No, Citizen. We took them 
from behind. 
Chauvelin nodded. Excellent. Quickly now, let me see what 
you have found. 
They passed over the two mens purses and several papers 
they had found on Andrew Ffoulkes. Chauvelin quickly glanced 
over them. 
Anything? said one of the men. 
Chauvelin made a wry face. Several drafts of what appears 
to be a love poem, he said. It seems that we have wasted our 
one moment. He unfolded a letter and read silently to him 


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self, then looked up at his accomplices with a broad smile. 
Correction, we have not wasted our efforts. Quite the contrary. 
Have you discovered a clue to the Pimpernels identity? 
one of the men said, anxiously. 
No, but something just as interesting. A letter to the Pimpernel, 
from a member of the Committee of Public Safety, no 
less, clearly implicating himself. 



Chauvelin carefully folded the letter and put it in his pocket. 
Tear the rest of these papers up and throw them in the fire, 
but take care to leave some scraps lying on the floor, as if they 
missed the hearth. Let them think the robbers went through 
all their pockets, destroying anything of no value to them and 
making off with what they wanted. Remove their watches and 
their rings and take these two purses. The fools will never be 
the wiser. He smiled. I think, my friends, that we may now 
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11 
The two men stood upon the bluffs overlooking the Channel, 
the strong wind plucking at their cloaks. In the moonlight, 
Finn could see that Cobra was furious. 
Better not get too close, Delaney, said the agent. I just 
might take it in my head to toss you off the goddamn cliff! 
Go ahead and try, if itll make you feel better, Finn said 
lightly. Personally, I wouldnt recommend it. 
I can almost understand why Mongoose had it in for you, 
said Cobra. Im real tempted to take you on myself. Whose 
idea was it to blow the plate? 
Mine, actually, said Finn, although to tell the truth, I had 
my doubts that Andre would get the chance. Did a damn good 
job for a rookie, didnt she? 
Why, Finn? I broke regulations to be straight with you. Why 
turn around and stab me in the back? 
For one thing, dont take it so damn personally, said Finn. 
It wasnt personal, you know. We both have our orders and I 
told you before that my mission comes first. Ive never liked 
the TIA and you know why. For some reason, I find that I actually 
like you. Maybe because you understand the craziness of 
it all and try to work around it. I respect that. Im also grateful 
to you for working with me on this thing. I know you didnt 
have to. 
Then why in the name of 
Because, to use your own words, it was a calculated risk. In 
fact, there were several risk factors involved, but Lucas and I 
both felt we had to go ahead in spite of them. For Andre to 
attempt breaking into the safehouse was a risk. We could have 
lost her. Blowing the plate was another risk. It might have 
added yet another element of disruption to the scenario. Fortunately, 
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What about Mongoose? said the agent. 
I was just getting to that. In a way, that was the biggest risk 
of all. If he clocked in before Andre had time to blow the plate, 
I might have lost a valuable member of our team. If he tried 
clocking in while the plate was being blown, we might have 
lost him. I didnt want to do that, partly for your sake and partly 
because I want him brought in alive. 
The trouble is, we dont know 
Thats right, we dont, said Finn. We mightve lost him, 
but then, Im not entirely unfamiliar with the way he thinks. I 
dont believe we have lost him. You know Mongoose. Put yourself 
in his place. Your remote unit has just given you the alarm, 
telling you that someones broken in. Its either some local 



burglar or its one of us. What are you going to do? 
Cobra remained silent for a moment, then nodded. I see, 
he said. If its a local, then chances are the defensive systems 
taken him out. If its a member of the adjustment team, then 
they mightve gotten by the system and if I try clocking back 
immediately, I may get caught in the failsafe detonation or wind 
up in the dead zone if the plate blows while Im in transit. Id 
wait about five minutes, then try the remote unit. If it didnt 
work, Id know the plate was gone. 
There, you see? said Finn. You can reason these things 
out if you really try. 
Cobra took a deep breath. All right. Dont rub my nose in it. 
I should have thought of that, but I was just so furious with 
you that I couldnt think straight. While I was waiting for you, 
I actually considered eliminating you, you know. 
Finn nodded. I figured you would. Consider it, I mean. The 
reason I was certain that you wouldnt do it is that youre a 
pro. 
Well, thanks for that, at least, said Cobra. He stuck his 
hands in his pockets and hunched over slightly from the chill. 
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still being alive. Your having blown the plate eliminates a large 
degree of the threat to this adjustment and itll make Mongoose 
easier to track down. However, that still leaves me with 
a major problem. My people know about the plate having been 
blown. I cant account for the whereabouts of two of them. 
Darrows soldiers? 
Cobra nodded. 
Well, at least now you know who they are, said Finn. 
I know who two of them are, anyway, said Cobra. Something 
mightve gone down in Plus Time and Darrow sent one 
or more of his people back to contact them and tell them that 
the hit was on. Otherwise, they might have had standing orders 
to move the moment they knew where Mongoose was. 
They know who he is now. 
I want him apprehended just as much as you do, Finn said. 
If he cant be taken alive, so be it, but Id rather have him that 
way. If it wasnt for you, we wouldnt have been able to take 
that plate out, so we owe you. How can we help? 
At this point, I honestly dont know, said Cobra. With his 
chronoplate destroyed, its just a matter of who gets to him 
first. Ive still got three people I know I can depend on: one in 
Paris, two in Calais. If Mongoose goes underground, we may 
never find him. If hes smart, thats what hell do. He grimaced. 
However, I dont think hes that smart. Hes just wild enough 
to take it as a challenge to his abilities. 
Thats what Im counting on, said Finn. Ive got a problem, 
too. Now that his cover as Fitzroys been blown, I dont 
have an Observer to pass on intelligence. He mightve been a 
phony, but at least he played straight with me so far as that 
went. 
He had to, Cobra said. Since the information came from 
the agency field office, his cover would have been blown immediately 
if he gave you faulty intelligence. Id have known 
about it, the field office would have known about it, and it 


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might have meant an irreparable disruption. Dont worry about 



it. Ill take over that function for you. 
It will interfere with your trying to track Mongoose down, 
said Finn. 
I know. It cant be helped. Ive got my loyal operatives looking 
for him; Ill just hitch up with your team and hope he makes 
a move toward you. Ill need a cover. 
Well work something out, said Finn. By the way, Ive got 
some information that should interest you. Its about the boy. 
You found him? 
Andre did. He wasnt completely honest with us, it seems. 
He is an orphan, but hes got an uncle who runs a small tobacco 
shop in a cul-de-sac off the Rue de Vaugirard. Know 
what his name is? Lafitte. 
Jean Lafitte? 
Interesting, isnt it? You think hell grow up to be a pirate? 
I dont know, said Cobra. 
That Lafayette was born in 1780, in France. That would 
make him twelve years old right now. The boys about the right 
age. When he ran his small fleet of pirate ships out of Grande 
Terre Island in the Gulf of Mexico, his second in command 
was his brother, Pierre. Id say it adds up to a hell of a coincidence, 
wouldnt you? 
Too much of a coincidence to be ignored, said Cobra. 
Christ! I dont even know how to begin to handle this. 
You dont, said Finn. Adjustments are my territory. Were 
already working on it. Just stay away from the boy. Pass the 
word on to your people. 
I will, the agent said. What are you going to do? 
The first thing were going to do is get that kid under control, 
said Finn. Andre was a little hurt in that explosion, but 
she still managed to get back to that tobacco shop and entice 
Pierre Lafitte away. She said she came with a summons from 
his brother, that the gentleman who hired him had work for 


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both of them. 
Where is he now? 
At Richmond. 
So now youve turned to kidnapping. 
I use whatever works, said Finn. Ive got to get that kid 
away from Mongoose. 
Cobra nodded. Good luck. Meanwhile, Ive got some information 
you can use. The Republican government has sent a 
representative to England. His name is Chauvelin. 
Our spy. 
Thats right. Well have to be very careful about him. 
We, huh? 
Cobra grinned. How about that? Looks like were working 
together after all. 
Finn made a wry face. Well, its about time something on 
this mission started making sense, he said. 
Most of London society turned out to attend the premiere of 
Glucks Orpheus at Covent Garden. Among those attending the 
opera were several notable recent emigres from France, none 
of whom failed to notice the slight, black-clad man seated beside 
Lord Grenville in his box. Citizen Chauvelin was not unknown 
to them. The infamous right hand of Public Prosecutor 
Fouquier-Tinville met the baleful glances of his former countrymen 
and women with a slight smile and a small inclination 
of his head. This gesture so infuriated them that they immediately 



looked away and ignored him for the remainder of the 
evening, a reaction Chauvelin found somewhat amusing. 
It would seem that you are not entirely unknown in London, 
Lord Grenville said to him as the curtain was about to 
go up on the performance. 
Only because I was not entirely unknown in France, said 
Chauvelin. I see a good number of familiar faces here tonight, 
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government. 
We try to be equally hospitable to everyone, Lord Grenville 
said, regardless of their class. 
Yes, we, too, have no regard for class, said Chauvelin. You 
will recall our slogan, Liberty, fraternity and equality.  He 
smiled. Only in England, it seems that some people are more 
equal than others. 
Grenvilles reply was cut short by the start of the performance 
and he turned his attention to the stage. Chauvelin, 
however, had not the slightest interest in the opera. His attention 
was upon the box adjacent to theirs, where Lady Marguerite 
Blakeney sat with her husband. Chauvelins hand, as 
if of its own volition, fluttered up to pat his jacket pocket, feeling 
the letter hidden there, and he smiled. During the intermission, 
he excused himself and made his way to the 
Blakeneys box. Sir Percy had stepped out and Lady Blakeney 
was alone. It was an ideal opportunity. 
Good evening, Citoyenne, he said, slipping into the chair 
next to hers. I told you that we would meet again in London. 
So you did, said Marguerite. How are you enjoying the 
performance, Chauvelin? 
The little Frenchman shrugged. To be quite honest, I have 
no ear for music, although I find the pageantry of some slight 
interest. 
Well, I am glad that we have been able to interest you at 
least to some degree, said Marguerite. 
Chauvelin smiled. Yes, well, perhaps I may interest you, 
Citoyenne. You will recall the discussion that we had in Dover? 
If you recall our discussion, Marguerite said, then you 
shall also recall my answer. 
Indeed, said Chauvelin. I was hoping that I could persuade 
you to change your mind. 
My answer still remains the same, said Marguerite, stiffly. 
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dent that I can prevail upon you to reconsider, he said. I 
have here a letter which I think will greatly interest you. He 
reached into his pocket and passed the paper over to her. It is 
a copy, of course. I retain the original. I am not greatly skilled 
in these matters, but I have made an effort to reproduce the 
hand as exactly as I could, along with the signature, to which 
I would draw your attention in particular. I trust you will recognize 
it. 
Marguerite grew pale as she read the letter. Where did you 
get this? 
From two young gentlemen named Ffoulkes and 
Dewhurst, Chauvelin said. I knew them to be members of 
this League of the Scarlet Pimpernel, you see, so l thought it 
prudent to have my men how shall I say it? incapacitate 



them temporarily so that I might examine them for clues. This 
letter was quite interesting, I thought, but folded together with 
it was another note, from which I learned that there would be 
a meeting between Andrew Ffoulkes and the Scarlet Pimpernel 
at Lord Grenvilles ball at the Foreign Office. I trust that 
you will be in attendance? 
Yes, said Marguerite, in a low voice. She couldnt tear her 
eyes away from the paper. It wasnt Armands handwriting, 
but it was a copy close enough to tell her that Chauvelin had 
worked from a sample of the original. We have been invited. 
She swallowed hard and made an effort to compose herself. 
You are indeed quite bold, Chauvelin, to assault Englishmen 
in their own country like a common bandit. 
I had uncommon cause, said Chauvelin, taking the paper 
from her hands and replacing it in his pocket. You see, I know 
that the English, above all, insist on the proper form in all 
things. As an accredited representative of my government, I 
could hardly be accused of doing such a thing without conclusive 
proof. Your word would carry weight, Im sure, but under 
the circumstances, I feel confident that you will keep my little 


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secret. 
What do you want? said Marguerite, her voice barely above 
a whisper. 
I thought that I had made that quite clear, said Chauvelin. 
I merely want you to listen and observe. Your brother has, 
quite foolishly, aligned himself with these criminals and has 
seriously compromised himself, as you can see. You can well 
imagine what his fate would be if this letter fell into the hands 
of Citoyen Fouquier-Tinville. However, I have no wish to see 
any ill befall Armand St. Just. I am satisfied that he is not a 
criminal, only misguided in his idealism. Still, people have lost 
their heads for far less than what he has done. 
Chauvelin, please 
Do not plead with me, said Chauvelin. It would be to no 
avail. I will make you a promise, however, on my honor. The 
day I know the identity of the Scarlet Pimpernel, your brothers 
self-incriminating letter will be in your hands and this copy I 
have made will have been destroyed. Help me to discover the 
Scarlet Pimpernels true identity and I will forget all about 
Armands involvement in this affair. 
You are asking me to murder a man to save my brother, 
Marguerite said. 
Consider the alternative, said Chauvelin. It is a question 
of bringing a criminal to justice or seeing your brother lose 
his head for his foolishness when you could have prevented it. 
You see? 
I see that I have no choice. 
We all do what we must, said Chauvelin. When you are 
at Lord Grenvilles ball, watch Andrew Ffoulkes. See who he 
comes in contact with. One of them will be the Pimpernel. At 
that moment, Finn returned to his seat. Seeing Chauvelin sitting 
in his place, beginning to rise at his entrance, he said, 
No, no, do not let me interrupt your conversation. Chauvelin, 
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Feeling slightly faint, Marguerite performed the introductions. 
The curtain was about to go up again and Chauvelin 



excused himself, saying that he looked forward to seeing them 
again at Lord Grenvilles ball. It promises to be a memorable 
occasion, he said. 
Lord Grenvilles ball was, indeed, a memorable occasion. It 
was the highlight of the season. The grand rooms of the Foreign 
Office were exquisitely decorated with plants and artworks 
for the evening and there was a full orchestra on hand 
to play throughout the night. The Prince of Wales arrived together 
with the Blakeneys. On seeing the Comtesse de Tournay 
approaching with her children, Marguerite detached herself 
from the company, anxious to avoid another scene. She neednt 
have worried. The comtesse totally ignored her as she swept 
past to pay her respects to the Prince of Wales. 
Ah, good evening to you, Comtesse, the Prince of Wales 
said. Allow me to express my joy at seeing you and your children 
safely in England. 
You are most kind, Your Highness, said the comtesse. I 
only pray that my husband will soon be able to join us here. 
I am sure that all here will join in that prayer, the Prince 
of Wales said, somberly. 
Not all, Your Highness, the comtesse said, as Chauvelin 
approached. She gave him an acid look. 
Your Highness, said Chauvelin, bowing very slightly from 
the waist. You are looking very well, Comtesse. The climate 
here seems to agree with you. I see that there is color in your 
cheeks. 
The comtesse ignored him. Lord Grenville looked ill at ease. 
Welcome, Citizen Chauvelin, the Prince of Wales said, 
breaking the awkward silence. I trust that our English climate 
will agree with you, as well. Though we may not be in 
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you are as welcome here as are our friends, the Comtesse de 
Tournay and her two children, whose presence here pleases 
us immensely. 
We owe our presence here to that gallant English gentleman, 
the Scarlet Pimpernel, said the young vicomte loudly, 
with a pointed look at Chauvelin. 
Please, said Lord Grenville, touching the boy on the elbow. 
Let us try to remember that this evening is 
Do not concern yourself, Lord Grenville, said Chauvelin. 
I can quite understand the young mans attitude for your fellow 
Englishman. The Scarlet Pimpernel is a name well known 
in France. We have as great an interest in this man of mystery 
as you English seem to have. 
Everyone seems to be fascinated by this fellow, Finn said. 
He has become quite the rage on both sides of the Channel. I 
heard Sheridan say that he was thinking of writing a play about 
him. Perhaps he could use a bit of doggerel Ive composed 
upon the subject. You might recommend it to him, Your Highness, 
if you find it amusing: 
We seek him here, we seek him there, 
Those Frenchies seek him everywhere. 
Is he in heaven? Is he in hell? 
That demmed elusive Pimpernel. 
Grenville looked pained, but the Prince of Wales chuckled 
and slapped Finn on the back. Excellent! he said. You must 
tell me how that goes again, Percy! What was it? We seek him 
here, we seek him there. 



Within moments, everyone was repeating it. The 
Blakeneyites were chanting it like a Greek chorus. Marguerite 
might have wondered at the imbecility of it all, but she had 
spotted Andrew Ffoulkes talking with Suzanne de Tournay and 
she felt a sudden tightness in her stomach. 


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Sometime during the evening, Ffoulkes would meet the Scarlet 
Pimpernel. If she did not help Chauvelin unmask this man, 
Armand was lost. If only she had been able to convince him to 
remain with her in England! He would now be safe and she 
would not be helpless in Chauvelins power. She would not 
have to betray a man whom all of England admired and respected. 
She watched Andrew Ffoulkes and felt that everyone 
could see that she was watching him. What if she could not 
help Chauvelin? How could she save her brother then? 
Ffoulkes spoke with Suzanne for several minutes more, then 
parted company with her and started across the room. 
Marguerites gaze was riveted to him. As Ffoulkes crossed the 
ballroom, he passed Lord Hastings, who shook his hand and 
slapped him on the back before moving on. Marguerite stiffened. 
For a moment, she thought that she had seen Hastings 
give something to Ffoulkes. Yes, there it was, a note! Ffoulkes 
was putting it into his pocket, unaware that she had witnessed 
the brief exchange. Feeling lightheaded, Marguerite followed 
him. Could it be Lord Hastings? Was he the Pimpernel? 
She followed Ffoulkes as he left the ballroom and entered a 
small drawing room which was, for the moment, empty. He 
closed the door behind him. Marguerite felt terrible. She was 
on the verge of being sick, but for Armands sake, she had to 
know what was written on that piece of paper. She waited a 
moment, then opened the door and entered the room. Ffoulkes 
was reading the note. He glanced up quickly, fearfully, then 
recovered and quickly lowered the note, attempting to make 
the gesture seem casual and inconsequential. He failed. 
Andrew! Goodness, you gave me a start, she said. I thought 
this room was empty. I simply had to get away from that throng 
for a short while. I was feeling a bit faint. She sat down on the 
couch beside which he stood. 
Are you quite all right, Lady Blakeney? he said. Should I 
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Goodness, no. Dont make a fuss, Im sure that I will be all 
right in just a moment. She glanced around at him and saw 
that he was putting the note to the flame of a candle in a standing 
brass candelabra. She snatched it away from him before 
he realized what she intended. 
How thoughtful of you, Andrew, she said, bringing the piece 
of paper up to her nose. Surely your grandmother must have 
taught you that the smell of burnt paper was a sovereign remedy 
for giddiness. 
Ffoulkes looked aghast. He reached for the paper, but she 
held it away from him. 
You seem quite anxious to have it back, she said, coyly. 
What is it, I wonder? A note from some paramour? 
Whatever it may be, Lady Blakeney, Ffoulkes said, it is 
mine. Please give it back to me. 
She gave him an arch look. Why, Andrew, I do believe Ive 
found you out! Shame on you for toying with little Suzannes 



affections while carrying on some secret flirtation on the side! 
She stood up, holding the piece of paper close to her. I have a 
mind to warn her about you before you break her heart. 
That note does not concern Suzanne, said Ffoulkes, nor 
does it concern you. It is my own private business. I will thank 
you to give it back to me at once. 
He stepped forward quickly, trying to grab the note from 
her, but she backed away and, as if by accident, knocked over 
a candle stand. 
Oh! Andrew, the candles! Quick, before the drapes catch 
fire! 
The bottom of the drapes did begin to burn, but Ffoulkes 
moved quickly and smothered the flames. While he did so she 
quickly glanced at the note. Part of it had been burned away, 
but she could read: 
I start myself tomorrow. If you wish to speak with me again, I 
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It was signed with a small red flower. 
She quickly lowered the note before Ffoulkes turned around. 
Im sorry, Andrew, she said. My playful foolishness almost 
caused an accident. Here, have your note back and forgive 
me for teasing you about it. 
She held it out to him and he took it quickly, putting it to the 
flame once more and this time burning it completely. 
Think nothing of it, he said. He smiled. I should not have 
reacted as strongly as I did and its of no importance. No harms 
been done. He smiled at her and then his look changed to 
one of concern. I say, you really dont look well. 
Its nothing, Im just a little dizzy, she said. I think perhaps 
I should step outside and get a little air. Dont bother 
about me, Andrew, I will be fine. 
Youre quite certain? 
Oh, yes, its really nothing. You go on, enjoy yourself. I will 
return presently. 
She left the drawing room and started toward the exit, making 
sure to catch Chauvelins eye on her way. He raised his 
eyebrows and she nodded. He returned her nod, then turned 
to talk to someone. Marguerite went outside. 
Well, in a few moments, it will be done, she thought. 
Chauvelin will have the information that will help him learn 
the true identity of the Scarlet Pimpernel and Armand will be 
saved. And I will have sent another man to his death. She heard 
a step behind her and turned to face Chauvelin. 
Youre being uncharacteristically silent tonight, Finn said 
to Marguerite as they drove back to Richmond in their coach. 
He had resolved to face his feelings for her head-on and deal 
with the situation as best he could. The relationship between 
them had warmed over the past several days, but now it was 
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She hesitated for a moment, then the words all came out in 
a torrent. 
Its Armand, she said. He is in terrible danger and I dont 
know what I can do to save him. I fear for his life. 
Finn frowned. You seem quite friendly with the French representative, 
Chauvelin. Perhaps he can do something? 
She shook her head. It is Chauvelin who holds Armands 



life in the palm of his hand, she said. He has put a terrible 
price upon it. To save Armand, I would have to condemn another 
man. I fear that I have already done so. I could not live 
with the death of yet another on my conscience! 
Ah, said Finn, softly. I see. You mean the Marquis de St. 
Cyr. 
Marguerite began to weep. The stress of the past two days 
finally took its toll and she began to shake uncontrollably, unable 
to hold anything back. 
I never meant for him to die, she said, her fingers clutching 
spasmodically at her dress. In anger, I spoke out against 
him, wanting to hurt him because he had hurt Armand. You 
should have seen him! When I found him that day, beaten 
nearly beyond recognition. Yes, I wanted to hurt St. Cyr, God 
help me, but I did not want him to die! 
Marguerite 
After the trial, I did everything I could to try to save him 
and his family. I begged and pleaded, I humbled myself before 
the tribunal, I went to all my influential friends, but it was all 
to no avail. As if the burden of the guilt were not enough, I 
have had to live with all the gossip and the scorn, hated by my 
old friends, distrusted by others who believed me to be an informer. 
Then I met you. I thought that with you, I had another 
chance. A chance for a new life in England, where no one 
knew me and perhaps I could forget what I had done, but no, 
my infamy followed me to London. I never had that chance. I 
see loathing in the faces of the French aristocrats who have 


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come here. I know your friends speak about me behind my 
back and I know that you have heard all of the stories and 
despise me for what I have done. When all of this is over, you 
will despise me more! 
Finn leaned over and took Marguerite by the shoulders. I 
do not despise you, Marguerite. Whatever else you may think 
of me, I want you to believe that. I am not without some influence 
in France and I have powerful friends in London. I will 
do what I can. 
How could you possibly 
I said that I would help, said Finn, and I will. Trust in me. 
Armand will be safe. I promise. 
If I could only believe that! 
Believe it. He pressed her close to him and she put her 
arms around him. I know that its been very hard for you, 
said Finn. I know that Ive been terribly unkind. I will make it 
up to you, I swear it. Look, we are home now. If Im to try to 
help Armand, there are some matters I must see to. You must 
get some sleep. Try not to worry. Things will look better in the 
morning, youll see. 
The coach pulled up to the entrance of the mansion and 
Finn helped Marguerite out. She was unsteady on her feet. As 
the coachman drove the rig down to the stables, Finn hugged 
Marguerite and stroked her hair reassuringly. She clung to 
him tightly, desperately. After a moment, Finn held her away, 
wiping the tears from her cheeks with the knuckle of his index 
finger. Later, he wasnt sure which of them initiated the 
kiss, but it lasted for a long time. When it was over, she gazed 
at him with an expression that was a mixture of happiness 
and confusion. She started to say something, but Finn put a 
finger against her lips. 



Tomorrow, he said. Get some rest now. Leave everything 
to, me. 


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In the morning, Marguerite awoke with a cry from a nightmare. 
She had been standing in the Place de la Revolution, all 
alone. It was dusk. The city was as quiet as a deserted forest 
clearing as she stared at the platform upon which stood the 
guillotine, its blade raised and ready to descend. From the distance, 
she could hear the creaking sound of wooden wheels 
and the slow clip-clop of a horses hooves upon the cobblestones. 
A soft breeze began to blow, gaining in strength as the 
sound of the approaching tumbrel grew closer. Then the 
wooden cart entered the empty square. The wind was fierce 
now and she had to lean into it to stand upright. The tumbrel 
had no driver. The tired-looking horse moved slowly, ponderously, 
as though it found the load that it was pulling unbearably 
heavy. 
Armand stood in the tumbrel, dressed simply in black 
britches and a white shirt that was open at the neck. His hands 
were bound behind him and his eyes were glazed. It was rapidly 
growing darker in the deserted square. The horse came 
to a stop almost in front of her and Armand, moving slowly, 
regally, stepped out of the tumbrel and began to climb the steps 
up to the platform. She wanted to say something, to call out to 
him, to run to him and stop him, but she was unable to move 
or speak. Armand stopped. He kneeled, then slowly bent over 
putting his head down. . . 
She spun around, turning her back upon the sight, and was 
confronted with a crowd of people. The entire square was filled 
with people holding torches, hundreds, thousands of them, all 
looking at her. She recognized Chauvelin. He smiled, then 
pushed another man forward. The man stepped up to her, 
holding out a paper. She looked down at the paper he held out 
to her and saw that it was Armands letter. As she looked up, 


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she saw that the man holding out the letter to her was the 
Marquis de St. Cyr. At that moment, she heard the sound of 
the blade descending. She covered her eyes. Something 
bumped against her feet. She opened her eyes and saw 
Armands head lying at her feet. His eyes were open and looking 
straight at her, accusingly. As she stared down in horror, 
his mouth opened and he said, Why, Marguerite? Why did 
you not help me? 
She cried out and sat bolt upright in bed, clutching at her 
throat. She jumped out of bed and threw on a dressing gown, 
then ran downstairs. One of the servants started to approach 
her, but she ran past him into the dining room. Percy was not 
there. From the dining room, she ran to Percys den and flung 
open the door. The room was empty. She came into the den, 
looking around wildly, as though he might be hidden somewhere. 
He was an early riser, surely he could not still be sleeping! 
He had promised that he would she looked down at the 
desk. She had leaned upon it and knocked over an inkwell. 
The ink was red. Lying on the surface of the desk was a signet 
ring. She picked it up. It was a design in the shape of a flower. 



She dipped the ring into the ink and pressed it down upon a 
piece of paper lying on the desktop. The imprint was the same 
as that she briefly saw on the note burned by Andrew Ffoulkes. 
It was the sign of the Scarlet Pimpernel. 
The door to the den opened a little and the servant who had 
tried to speak with her moments earlier stuck his head in. 
Excuse me, Lady Blakeney, but there is a gentleman 
Come in, Marguerite said, dully, not having heard him. 
Milady, there is a gentleman, a messenger to see you. He 
insists upon speaking to you. Ive left him waiting in the reception 
Oh, dear, I see youve had a slight mishap. Allow 
me, my lady. 
He pulled out a handkerchief and began wiping up the spilled 
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A gentleman, you said? said Marguerite, feeling numb. 
Yes, my lady. He was most insistent upon speaking only to 
you. I told him that you had not risen yet, but he said that he 
would wait. 
He picked up the signet ring which she had dropped upon 
the desk and began to wipe at it. 
Tell him that I will see him, Marguerite said. 
Very well, miouch! 
What is it? 
I seem to have pricked myself, the servant said. He held 
up the ring. Theres a tiny needle He collapsed onto the 
floor. 
Giles! Marguerite was down by his side in an instant. She 
listened for his heartbeat. He was not dead. He seemed to be 
asleep. Carefully, she picked up the ring and looked at it. The 
top of the ring seemed to have been moved very slightly off 
center and now there was a small needle protruding from it 
Cautiously, she tried pressing on the sides of the ring. When 
her finger touched one point, the top of the ring slid back into 
position and the needle disappeared. She wrapped the ring 
inside a handkerchief and put it in her pocket, then left the 
room, closing the door behind her. She called for a servant. 
Have you seen my husband? she said. 
Yes, milady. He left early this morning, shortly before dawn. 
Before dawn! Did he say where he was going? 
He did not tell me, milady. Perhaps the grooms might 
know? 
Go and find out immediately, she said. She hurried into 
the reception hall. A swarthy-looking man rose to his feet as 
she entered. 
Lady Blakeney? 
Yes, what is it that you want? 
I have been instructed to give you this from a gentleman 
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Yes, I know him, give it to me! 
He handed her a letter. She quickly broke the seal. It was a 
note from Chauvelin and along with it was Armands letter. 
Chauvelins note read: You have discharged your service 
Citoyenne St. Just. Your brother will be safe. I leave for Dover 
this morning. Adieu. Chauvelin. 
She continued staring at the note, oblivious now to the mans 
presence. 



I have already been paid for my service, Lady Blakeney, 
he said after a moment. I will see myself out. 
He hesitated and, when she did not respond, gave her a slight 
bow and left. He passed the servant she had sent out to question 
the grooms as he left. 
Milady, the grooms report that your husband left for Dover, 
along with Master Lucas and Miss Andre. 
She crumpled the letter in her hand. So they are all in it 
together, she thought. Ffoulkes and Dewhurst, Hastings, Lucas, 
Andre, all of them. The League of the Scarlet Pimperneland 
she had betrayed them. She had told Chauvelin of the meeting 
Ffoulkes had had with the Pimpernel in the supper room at 
the Foreign Office, long after most of the guests had left and 
those few remaining were gathered in the parlor. Chauvelin 
had seen Ffoulkes meet the Pimpernel and now he was on his 
way to apprehend him the moment he set foot in France. They 
were riding directly into a trap and she had set it 
Tell the grooms to have my horse saddled at once, she 
said. 
Your horse, milady? Would not the coach be 
Yes, my horse, damn you! Be quick about it! 
With Cobras chronoplate, they didnt have to waste time 
sailing across the English Channel or riding to Paris. They 
clocked from Dover, where the agent had set up a temporary 
safehouse, directly to Calais. 


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All right, heres how it stands right now, said Cobra. Ive 
got one of my men stationed at Lafittes tobacco shop, just in 
case Mongoose or the boy returns there. Theres been no sign 
of the boy since we took his brother. Whats more, theres been 
no sign of the old man, either. 
What, the tobacconist? said Lucas. Jeans uncle? 
Cobra nodded. He may be working with Mongoose, as well. 
Something that you dont know is that before he became head 
of field operations, Mongoose was section chief in Paris in this 
time period. Im only making a wild guess, but its possible 
that Lafitte might have been one of his indigenous field men. 
Finn threw up his hands. Jesus, this is getting nuttier all 
the time! 
But it makes sense, said Lucas. I was wondering how 
Mongoose was able to dress up as an old woman and make off 
with Leforte and still have time to get back to the safehouse 
and meet us as Fitzroy some ten minutes later. I had thought 
that he might have taken Leforte directly to the safehouse and 
hidden him from sight after tranquilizing him, but that would 
still have been cutting it extremely close. In fact, considering 
everything that hes been able to accomplish, it would make 
sense that he was getting help from more than just a 12-yearold 
boy. 
Wait a minute, Finn said. If Mongoose used to be the section 
chief here, wouldnt the man who came in to replace him 
know the 
Allow me to anticipate you, Cobra said. No, not necessarily. 
Remember, were still dealing with a practice that is technically 
illegal. As a result, section chiefs tend to be extremely 
secretive about such things. Besides, no one would like to inherit 
somebody elses field personnel. Theyd prefer to pick 
their own. The old contacts would simply dry up and new ones 
would be made. Except in this case, it looks like the old contacts 



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how many of them there might be. 
Youre saying that Mongoose has an indefinite number of 
indigenous personnel dancing to his tune? said Finn 
I dont know, said Cobra, but its entirely possible. Probable, 
in fact. He likes to have an edge. 
Terrific, Finn said. Im sure glad you save these little tidbits 
until they become germane. 
Delaney, you just dont seem to understand, said Cobra in 
exasperation. Im disclosing top-secret information to you 
here! You guys arent supposed to know any of this! 
What worries me is not what were not supposed to know 
that youve already told us, Finn said, but what were not 
supposed to know that you havent told us yet. 
Lucas looked at him and frowned. You want to run that by 
me again? 
No, Im not sure I understand what I just said, either, said 
Delaney. 
Never mind, said Cobra. It doesnt really matter. Theres 
nothing I can do about it anyway. Im way out of line in telling 
you as much as I have already. You could do a great deal of 
damage to the agency with what you know now. 
What about the damage the agency has done? said Finn. 
In spite of what you may want to believe, said Cobra, the 
agency is the only thing keeping 
Lets not get into this, all right? said Lucas. Weve got 
enough problems. The question is, what do we do about St. 
Just, now that hes been compromised? 
We get him out, said Cobra, and we take the Comte de 
Tournay on this trip, as well. 
When did you have time to locate him? said Finn. 
I didnt. The local section chief did. 
How many people does the TIA have back here, anyway? 
said Finn. 
I cant tell you that. 


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Where are St. Just and the Comte de Tournay now? said 
Lucas. 
At this moment, they should be somewhere between Paris 
and Cap Gris Nez, said Cobra. Theyre going by road because 
by the time they get there, Ffoulkes should arrive in 
time to receive them. You dont want them rescued before the 
Pimpernel could have had time in which to do it, do you? Hes 
due to arrive in Calais tomorrow, right? By then, the section 
chiefs people should have them here and if Ffoulkes is surprised 
at the speed with which you got them out, you can tell 
him that the Pimpernels agents in Paris were in on it. Itll almost 
be the truth. 
So whats our next move going to be? said Andre, who had 
been silently smoking a pipe all through the discussion, having 
developed a liking for it. 
First of all, is Pierre Lafitte going to be safe alone at Richmond? 
said Cobra. 
Hell be fine, said Andre. Ive got him in the gamekeepers 
cottage. 
What did you tell the gamekeeper? Cobra said, surprised. 
The truth, said Andre. 



The truth? they all asked, in unison. 
Well, something fairly close to it, anyway, she said. I told 
him that I was having an affair with Andrew Ffoulkes, that 
Ffoulkes was a member of the League of the Scarlet Pimpernel 
and that the league had kidnapped the boy because hes 
the son of a French spy we wanted to put pressure on. Ffoulkes 
needed a safe place to keep the boy for a week or so and I 
thought I could help. 
And he bought that? Cobra said, incredulously. 
Why not? Whod make up a lie like that? 
Amazing. 
Whats amazing is that in all the excitement, I actually forgot 
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Believe it or not, so did I, said Lucas. This mission has 
me going in so many directions at the same time, I cant even 
keep track of whats happening anymore. 
Well, in that case, youll be pleased to know that its almost 
over, Cobra said. The Scarlet Pimpernel ended his career 
after rescuing the Comte de Tournay and St. Just. It was a brief 
career, but a flamboyant one. 
You mean thats it? said Finn. Its over? 
Not quite, said Cobra. This will be your last trip to France, 
but theres still the matter of Percy Blakeney to consider. 
Chances are theres going to be a relocation and youll be relieved, 
but that cant happen until the adjustment has been 
reported as complete and I cant clock to Plus Time to do that 
so long as Mongoose is at liberty. Youre just going to have to 
stay here until hes found and apprehended. 
Hold on, said Finn. Maybe you cant clock forward, but 
any one of the agency people here can. 
True, but with Mongoose still loose and Darrows people 
hunting him, Im not in a position to spare anybody. Im not 
even completely certain which of the agency people back here 
I can trust. 
Thats not my problem, Finn said. 
Youre wrong, said Cobra. It is your problem, because as 
long as Mongoose is still free, youre staying right here. 
The hell you say! Suppose he decides to go underground? I 
dont see what else he can do. You might never find him! 
My job is to stay here until I do, said Cobra. 
And what about us? 
Cobra shrugged. 
Jellyband was slightly disapproving as he served them. He 
knew who they were and it appeared to him that Lady Marguerite 
Blakeney and Andrew Ffoulkes were running away 
together. The fact that they both traveled on horseback and 


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had obviously ridden hard from London to Dover seemed to 
confirm his suspicions. It wasnt his place to say or do anything, 
but he seemed somewhat scandalized. 
I feel so damn helpless! Marguerite said. We rode hard all 
this way and now we cant cross because of bad weather! 
Take heart, said Ffoulkes. If we cant cross, then no one 
else can, either. If Chauvelin left London for Dover only this 
morning, then he could not have had time to sail yet. No boats 
have left for Calais since last night. Hes somewhere here, in 
Dover, waiting for a change in the weather, just as we are. 



Had I known about this, I would have taken the time to gather 
some of the others together and we could have taken him here 
and taught him a lesson. Unfortunately, I know for a fact that 
Chauvelin has other agents with him and I cannot risk going 
after him alone. If anything happened to me, you would be 
unprotected and Percy might not be warned in time. 
Ive been an awful fool, said Marguerite. Ive placed my 
own husbands life in jeopardy. 
You could not have known, said Andrew, kindly. 
She shook her head. He had become so changed, so distant 
and secretive that I had actually convinced myself that something 
incredible had happened to Percy and that his place had 
been taken by some impostor who was his twin! She laughed, 
feeling herself to be on the edge of hysteria. Small wonder he 
seemed a different man to me! He was living a secret life, not 
daring to tell me he was the Pimpernel because he knew I had 
informed upon St. Cyr. Poor Percy! How it must have tortured 
him! 
What matters is that now he knows the truth of the St. Cyr 
affair, said Ffoulkes. He doesnt blame you. No one would. I 
cant understand why you didnt tell him what really happened 
earlier. 
How could I? After what he must have heard, it would sound 
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might not believe me and no, that isnt true. Im Lying to 
myself. It was pride, Andrew, foolish, stubborn, damnable 
pride! When I realized that he must have heard the stories, I 
was furious with him for not coming to me at once and asking 
to hear my side of it. I was too proud to go to him and offer an 
explanation; I thought that he should come to me. As a result, 
it has come to this. I have no one but myself to blame. 
That isnt true, said Ffoulkes. You could not help the fact 
that Chauvelins agents attacked us and stole Armands letter 
to the Pimpernel. Nor could you help giving aid to Chauvelin 
when your brothers life hung in the balance. Have faith, we 
shall reach Percy in time. Chauvelin will not be certain where 
to look for him, while we know where he can be found. 
That may be, said Marguerite, but there is still the matter 
of the Comte de Tournay and my brother. 
If I know Percy, Andrew Ffoulkes said, he will see the 
matter through and rescue both of them. 
That is exactly what I mean, said Marguerite. That will 
be dangerous enough, but now that Chauvelin is on his trail, 
how can he possibly hope to succeed? 
Ffoulkes smiled. Dont forget one thing, he said. In Percys 
own words, that Pimpernel is demmed elusive.  
You promised! said the old man, angrily. You promised 
that we would be safe, that there would be no reprisals! 
In this world, no one is ever safe, Lafitte, said Mongoose. 
They were in a small house on the outskirts of Calais which 
Mongoose had purchased in his days as section chief of 
18th-century France. Along with several other properties he 
owned spread out across the globe and throughout time, it 
was one of the places he used to get away from it all when he 
was given leave. It was one of several places where Lafitte 
knew he could find him or leave word for him in the unusual 
event that their regular procedure had to be abandoned and 



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Lafitte had to get in touch with him, rather than the other way 
around. It was a simple house, with a slate roof and planked 
flooring that showed signs of age. It was sparsely yet comfortably 
furnished and, in the absence of its owner, it was kept up 
by an old woman whose husband had been lost at sea ten years 
ago. She was reliable and fiercely loyal, as were all of 
Mongooses indigenous employees, for he paid them very well 
and saw to it that their needs were taken care of in his absence. 
There was nothing about the house to set it apart from 
any other in Calais, save for the fact that it had one room in 
the cellar that was impregnable. It contained a number of items 
not native to that time; among them a chronoplate, which 
Mongoose kept for emergencies. 
They have Pierre! said the old man. 
I know, said Mongoose, whom the old man knew only as 
Monsieur lAvenir. I told you, there is no cause for concern. 
They will not harm him. 
How can you know? 
I give you my word that Pierre will not be harmed in any 
way. Have I ever let you down before, Lafitte? 
No, Monsieur lAvenir, but 
Then trust me. There is only one reason why they took 
Pierre and that is so they will have a hold on you. They do not 
want you or Jean helping me. 
Then there is nothing you can do? the old man said, crestfallen. 
For the moment, nothing. But only for the moment. However, 
rest assured that I will restore Pierre to you. I am certain 
that I know where he is. They will not harm him. They only 
mean to frighten you. 
The old man shook his head, miserably. It is all my fault. I 
should never have allowed you to bring Jean into this. He is 
just a child. 
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He is most resourceful. Already, at twelve, he is an accomplished 
liar, a gifted thief, an excellent marksman, and he is 
utterly without scruples. He has a brilliant future ahead of him. 
You have perverted him, Lafitte said, glumly. 
No. I have only helped him to discover himself. You are an 
old man, Lafitte. Face it, my friend, you are not long for this 
earth. You should be grateful to me for having helped Jean 
discover the innate abilities that he possessed. When it is time 
for you to die, you can do so knowing that the boys will not go 
hungry or uncared for. They will be quite able to fend for themselves. 
I have served you faithfully, Monsieur lAvenir, said Lafitte. 
Even though I do not understand these secret dealings of 
yours, I have done everything you asked me to do without question. 
If you can assure me of their safety, I shall do anything 
you ask, even give up my life, what little of it there is left to 
me. 
Mongoose smiled. I can assure you not only of their safety, 
but of their prosperity, he said. They will both become very 
famous men. Jean, especially, will make his mark upon the 
world. 
Where is Jean? I had hoped he was with you, but 
Jean was with me, said Mongoose. He does not know 
about Pierre and it is very important that you do not tell him 
should you see him. He will not be able to think clearly if he is 



concerned about his brother. At this moment, he is performing 
a service for me. I also have work for you to do, as well. 
Say it and it shall be done. 
The weather cleared and Marguerite Blakeney and Andrew 
Ffoulkes were able to sail to Calais that afternoon. They knew 
that Chauvelin would be sailing at the same time, although 
they would probably beat him to Calais upon the Day Dream. 
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must have sailed on another boat, leaving the Day Dream in 
Dover. Perhaps he suspects that someone is on his trail and is 
being extra cautious. I certainly hope so. 
Do you think that we shall reach them in time? Marguerite 
said, anxiously. 
I have no doubt of it, said Ffoulkes, although privately he 
was not so certain. He knew that Percy was to meet with him 
at Brogards inn in Cap Gris Nez; however, he was arriving a 
day early. He had left word for Tony Dewhurst to gather the 
others together and proceed on to Calais as soon as possible, 
but he had no way of knowing when Dewhurst would get the 
message. He knew that Percy was very secretive about his plans 
and chances were that he and the others might have gone on 
to Paris. If that would be the case, then there was little he and 
Marguerite could do. other than to wait for their return and 
try to get to him before Chauvelin could. Unfortunately, that 
would give Chauvelin all the time he needed to gather his 
forces together and by the time Percy and the others returned 
to Cap Gris Nez, it could well be crawling with soldiers. The 
advantage that they had was that they knew that Percy would 
go to Cap Gris Nez, rather than Calais. Chauvelin would waste 
valuable time searching for him in Calais. Still, it would not 
take very long for him to conduct his investigation and ascertain 
that no one had seen a party of English citizens loitering 
about. Once he came to the conclusion that Blakeney wasnt 
in Calais, Cap Gris Nez would be the next logical place in which 
to search for him. 
When they arrived at Calais, they quickly made their way to 
Cap Gris Nez and the Chat Gris. Brogard received them in his 
usual surly manner and, when questioned, replied that the 
English aristo had, indeed, been there, but that he had left. 
He did not say exactly when he would return, but he had kept 
the rooms that he had taken, as usual, so that it would seem 
that he would not be gone for long. Brogard then began to 


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sound Ffoulkes out as to the possibility of selling him some 
wine. He did so with little enthusiasm, as though he felt guilty 
for being forced to do business with English aristocrats. Having 
established their cover as oenophiles, the members of the 
league now had to carry on with the deception, which meant 
that they were forced to buy wine every time they came to Cap 
Gris Nez. To curry favor with Brogard, they had bought some 
wine from him on several occasions. Evidently, he received 
some sort of a commission from whoever he got it from and 
he thus profited by playing the middleman. Undoubtedly, he 
cheated both parties involved. Ffoulkes didnt mind that so 
much, but the wine he sold them was terrible. They usually 
dumped it off mid-Channel, because not even Briggs would 
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Marguerite fidgeted throughout Ffoulkess conversation with 
Brogard, but she managed to keep silent until he left them. 
How can you discuss buying wine at a time like this? she 
said. We should be looking for them, instead of 
Please, Ffoulkes kept her from going on. Lower your voice. 
There may be spies about, one never knows. Brogard believes 
us to be wine merchants to our well-heeled friends and it is 
necessary to keep up appearances. As for looking for Percy, 
there may be little we can do now. I think it would be best if 
you remained here while I scouted around. Have something 
to eat, you must be starving. The food here actually isnt so 
bad. It will fill you up, at least. Then go upstairs and stay in the 
room. Do not come out under any circumstances until I return. 
Please, for all our sakes, you must do as I ask. 
She nodded. 
Remember that there may be spies about, said Ffoulkes. 
Stay out of sight and speak to no one. Do not admit anyone 
into your room for any reason, not even Brogard. Trust no one. 
Percys life may depend upon it. 
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insisted upon serving him the awful stuff and he could hardly 
claim that he didnt like it, since they were buying so much of 
it. He then ordered some food for Marguerite and hurriedly 
departed to search the streets of Cap Gris Nez for Percy. There 
was also a chance that he could be at Pere Blanchards cottage 
and therefore Ffoulkes had to look there, as well. There was a 
great deal of ground to cover and not much time to do it in. 
Before he left, he once again reminded Marguerite to remain 
inside her room, no matter what. 
Marguerite made a somewhat halfhearted attempt to eat 
something, but she was unable to do much more than pick at 
her food. She purchased a bottle of wine from Brogard deciding 
that even the swill he served was better than nothing and 
went upstairs. She closed the door and bolted it, sat down on 
the bed and took a healthy swig from the bottle. The taste was 
horrible, but at least it was wet. Her mouth and throat felt very 
dry. She thought to herself, the waiting will be the worst part. 
The waiting was the worst part. Hours went by that seemed 
like days. There was no sign of Ffoulkes. It was beginning to 
grow dark. Where can he be? She thought that surely Ffoulkes 
would have returned by now. All sorts of possibilities occurred 
to her. Ffoulkes had been captured by Chauvelin. Ffoulkes had 
injured himself somehow and was lying outside somewhere 
in the growing darkness. Ffoulkes had found Percy and they 
had both been captured. She brought the bottle to her lips once 
more and was astonished to discover that she had emptied it. 
Yet, she did not feel drunk. She had always joked with Percy 
that her capacity for wine was much greater than his, but never 
before had she finished a whole bottle by herself. The room 
suddenly seemed oppressively hot. She started to get up to cross 
the room and open the window, but sat back down upon the 
bed, involuntarily. The floor seemed to be tilting of its own 
accord. 
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Of all the stupid things to do and at a time like this! Furiously, 
she threw the bottle at the wall and it shattered, sending 



shards of glass flying in all directions. The window, she 
thought, I must open the window. Some fresh air will help to 
clear my head. With deliberate effort, she rose to her feet unsteadily 
and took several tentative steps. All right, it was not 
too bad. She was inebriated, but at least she still had some 
semblance of control. She was not falling down drunk. 
Andrew will be furious with me, she thought. She staggered 
over to the night table, where stood a bowl of water for washing 
up. She emptied it over her head. Dripping wet, she walked 
over to the window, feeling her way along the wall and using 
it for support. The water combined with the chill air outside 
will do it, she told herself. She made it to the window and 
opened it, taking in deep gulps of air. Her room was on the far 
end of the inn, the window opening out onto the street. The 
entrance to the Chat Gris was just below and to her left. She 
heard the sounds of hoofbeats rapidly approaching and, remembering 
what Ffoulkes had said, she ducked back out of 
sight, pressing herself against the wall beside the open window. 
The horses stopped in front of the inn and she held her 
breath. 
Percy! she whispered. It must be! 
You men start at the other end of town, Ill interrogate the 
innkeeper here myself. Besides, youve had a chance to eat 
your supper and I havent. Im told this inn has the only decent 
food in all of Cap Gris Nez. 
Chauvelin! 
She heard the horses galloping away; then a moment later, 
she heard the door downstairs open and Chauvelin call out 
for the innkeeper. My God, she thought, he mustnt come here 
now, he mustnt! She managed to get to the door of her room 
and she opened it, ignoring Ffoulkess instructions. She was 
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ing her as much now. She closed her eyes and tried to fight off 
the dizziness. She could hear Chauvelin and Brogard talking 
downstairs, but she could not clearly make out what was being 
said. Opening the door all the way, she stepped outside 
into the hall and went to the top of the stairs. She looked down 
to the first floor and she could just see the table at which 
Chauvelin sat. His back was to her. Brogard was standing before 
him, she could see the innkeeper from about the shoulders 
down. 
He was here, you say? said Chauvelin. When? 
She quickly backed away without waiting to hear Brogards 
reply. The window! It looked out onto the street. If either 
Ffoulkes or Percy came now, she could shout down to them 
and warn them of the trap. She went back to her room and 
stood by the open window, staring outside, up and down the 
street. She saw a number of other people enter the inn, but 
none of them was Ffoulkes or Percy. Could Percy be disguised? 
Ffoulkes had told her that he had become quite an actor, often 
resorting to elaborate disguises to effect his rescues. If he 
slipped into the inn in such a costume, perhaps he would not 
be recognized, but surely he would recognize Chauvelin and 
realize the danger. How long would it be before the soldiers 
returned to the Chat Gris? 
A hand covered her mouth and another pinned her arms 
behind her back. She was pulled away from the window. 
Not a sound, Lady Blakeney, please. 



Whoever it was spoke to her in English, but he did not sound 
English. Too late, she realized that she had left her door open. 
She could not see who was holding her. She began to fight 
against her unknown assailant. 
Struggling is useless, Lady Blakeney. Im much stronger 
than you are. 
She was forced face-down onto the bed. She tried to fight, 
but her attackers claim was no idle boast. He was immensely 


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powerful. She tried kicking at him, but it was to no avail. 
Jean, hand me that rope, will you? 
She felt her hands being bound moments later. The man 
holding her had uncovered her mouth to do the job and she 
opened it to scream, but instead found a cloth being jammed 
into it. She was astonished to see that the person who had 
gagged her so expertly and now stood there grinning at her 
was a mere boy. In seconds, she was immobilized, her mouth 
gagged, her hands tied, and her feet and knees bound together. 
Suddenly, she remembered Percys ring. Working her fingers 
madly, she managed to move the top of the signet ring so that 
the tiny needle was exposed. Now if she only had a chance 
to 
All right, Lady Blakeney, lets see if we cant sit you up and 
try to make you a bit more comfortable. At least, as comfortable 
as possible, under the circumstances. 
As she felt his hands on her, she gave a convulsive jerk and 
thrashed toward him, trying to swipe at him with her hands 
tied behind her back. 
What the  ow! Damn bitch scratched me. She. The 
voice trailed off. Then her hands were seized and she felt the 
ring being wrenched off her finger. 
For several moments, nothing happened. Then she heard a 
clearly audible sigh of relief. 
Christ, for a moment there, I thought Id had it. 
She felt herself being turned over and she looked up at the 
face of her assailant. He was of medium height, not as tall as 
Percy, and he was dark-haired. He had the build of an athlete, 
he was clean-shaven, and he was good-looking in a menacing 
sort of way. He smiled and it was an amazingly charming smile. 
He held up the ring. 
You gave me quite a turn there, Mongoose said. It certainly 
would have been ironic if Id had this thing turned against 
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show you how to load it. Fortunately for me, the cartridge has 
been spent. He put the ring in his pocket. You have no idea 
what Im talking about, do you? I suppose its just as well. Jean, 
get over by the window there and let me know if you see anybody 
coming. 
The boy complied. 
You neednt stare at me so malevolently, he told her. Believe 
it or not, Im trying to save his life. 
Three men approaching, Jean said from the other side of 
the room. 
Its getting awful crowded down there, isnt it? said Mongoose. 
They are coming inside. 
I rather thought they would. This is beginning to get interesting. 
He went over to the window. I estimate that it should 



take the soldiers at least another half an hour, maybe a little 
less, to work their way through town. Thats if theyre efficient. 
Marguerite was looking around to see if there was anything 
that she could knock over or use to free herself when her gaze 
fell upon the door. The boy had shut and bolted it before and 
now something was burning its way through the wooden bolt 
from the other side! Her eyes widened as she saw the tiny wisps 
of smoke curling up from the bolt. It was as though someone 
was using a very fine saw on it, but she could see no blade and 
there was no sound whatsoever. 
More people coming, Mongoose said. Its getting to be 
quite a 
The door swung open silently, revealing a tall man holding 
a small metal tube in his right hand. 
Watch out!  the boy said and, in the same instant, drew a 
slim knife from behind his neck and hurled it at the tall man 
holding the tube. It struck him in the chest and he fell, but 
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out by the noise of all the customers downstairs. There were 
two other men behind him, but all Marguerite saw was a thin, 
brilliant shaft of light that seemed to appear and disappear all 
in one second. She did not know how it happened, but suddenly 
the two other men were on the floor as well, having 
fallen out of her line of sight. 
Mongoose closed the door quickly. He looked at Jean and 
grinned. Youre just full of surprises, arent you? he said. I 
didnt even know you carried a knife. 
Jean bent down over the first man, the one he had killed. I 
thought it was a pistol, he said. What is 
Dont touch it! 
The boy froze. 
Its all right,  said Mongoose 
Marguerite saw that the man held an identical tube in his 
right hand. He bent down and took the other tube from the 
dead man, then removed two others from the other men. 
What is it? Jean said. I have never seen a weapon like 
that before. He stared at the tubes Mongoose held. How can 
they kill so  so. 
Never mind, said Mongoose. Here, take your blade back. 
And thanks. You saved my life. 
You would have done the same for me, Jean said, gallantly. 
He was obviously proud. 
Yes, but what you just did is a great deal more important. 
Much more important than you could possibly believe or understand. 
Here, help me drag these bodies out of the way. Over 
in the corner, there. 
Who were these men? said Jean, dragging one of them by 
the legs across the room. 
You might say that they were colleagues of mine, in a way, 
Mongoose said, with a chuckle. A very unusual way. 
I dont understand. 
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They were not the same three men I saw enter the inn just 
now, said Jean. They are dressed differently. Besides, they 
would not have had the time to get upstairs so quickly. 
Youre right, said Mongoose. You dont miss a thing. These 



characters were already here. My guess is that they were coming 
upstairs to take up their positions and they overheard us 
in here. All this means that we have very little time. No time 
for any more questions. From now on, you just listen well and 
keep your eyes open and your mouth shut. Whatever happens 
next is going to happen very fast. 
He looked at Marguerite. Lady Blakeney, youll excuse us, 
wont you? Dont try to get free; you wont be able to. If you roll 
off the bed and onto the floor, youll only succeed in making 
yourself more uncomfortable and you might hurt yourself. 
He opened the door and stepped outside, with Jean following 
him. The door swung shut and Marguerite, finally succumbing 
to the shock of what she had just experienced and 
the effect of all the wine she had drunk, passed out. 
They ran into Andrew Ffoulkes as they were approaching 
the inn. Ffoulkes had-been out to Pere Blanchards cottage and, 
not having found them there, had hurried back to town as 
quickly as he could. He caught up to them when they were 
within a block of Brogards inn. 
Ffoulkes! said Lucas. Where are you coming from? Whats 
happened? 
Thank God Ive found you, Ffoulkes said, dismounting from 
his horse. Ive just been out to the cottage and, not finding 
you there, I thought that all was lost! I came with Marguerite 
Marguerite! said Finn. Here? What the hell is she 
Shes waiting upstairs in the Chat Gris, said Ffoulkes. I 
told her not to venture forth from her room under any circumstances. 
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saw Cobra, registering his presence for the first time. Whos 
this? 
Its all right, said Finn. This is Collins. Hes one of us, one 
of our agents in France. Speak quickly, man, what danger? 
Warn us about what? 
Its Chauvelin, said Ffoulkes. 
The French representative? said Finn. 
The French spy. He knows everything. He knows you are 
the Scarlet Pimpernel. He has come to France to set a trap for 
you. He cannot be far behind. 
Then well have to move quickly, Cobra said, taking over. 
The Comte de Tournay and St. Just will be arriving any moment. 
Ffoulkes, youd best get back to the cottage and wait for 
them. Well send them on to you. Meanwhile, we must go and 
take Lady Blakeney from the inn. It is a dangerous place for 
her to be. 
Ffoulkes glanced at Finn for confirmation. Do as he says, 
said Finn. Quickly! 
Ffoulkes swung up into the saddle. Good luck, Percy. God 
speed! 
As he galloped off, Finn turned to Cobra and said, That was 
quick thinking. 
Well have to move even quicker, Cobra said. Lucas you 
and Andre take up positions at opposite ends of the street. Ill 
cover the inn from the outside while Finn goes in and gets 
Marguerite. If you see any soldiers coming, fire your pistols. 
Thatll warn us and it may give the soldiers pause, since they 
wont know what theyll be riding into. The moment Finns got 
Marguerite safely out of the inn, you all get to Pere Blanchards 
hut as quickly as you can. Ill stay behind to redirect the Comte 



de Tournay and St. Just. 
Alone? said Lucas. 
Chauvelin doesnt know me, Cobra said. Ill be safe 
enough. Besides, without someone to guide them, theyll miss 


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that footpath down to the cottage in the dark. Now get going. 
Lucas and Andre split up, each of them running to take up 
their positions at opposite ends of the street, where they would 
have a good view of any soldiers approaching. Even if they 
didnt see them in the darkness, they would hear the approach 
of mounted men and have enough time to fire their warning 
shots and run for it. 
How the hell did Marguerite find out Finn began, but 
Cobra interrupted him. 
You can ask her later. Right now, lets get her out of there 
before Chauvelin shows up. We can worry about the fine points 
once were all safely out of France. 
They ran to the inn. 
Dont waste any time, said Cobra. 
You dont have to tell me twice, said Finn. He opened the 
door and entered the Chat Gris. He noticed that Brogard wasnt 
doing as badly as he usually did. At first glance, he estimated 
that there were perhaps fifteen or twenty customers seated at 
the tables. Perhaps it was his imagination, but the moment 
that he entered the inn, it seemed to him that there was a brief 
lull in the undertone of conversation. Standing there, he felt 
suddenly very vulnerable. 
Pull yourself together, Delaney, he thought. This is no time 
to have an attack of paranoia. 
He put an expression of vague boredom on his face and 
started walking casually across the room, heading for the stairs 
leading up to the second floor. He was about halfway across 
the room when he heard someone call out Blakeneys name. 
For a moment, he froze, then turned around to see Chauvelin 
rising from a table about twenty feet away. 
It is you, said Chauvelin, beaming. What a pleasant surprise! 
Whatever are you doing in France, Sir Percy? 
It was with an effort that Finn kept himself from glancing 
toward the door. He would simply have to brazen it out. He 


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hoped that Cobra was on the ball. With difficulty, he put a smile 
on his face and started walking toward Chauvelins table. 
Odds life! he said. Chauvelin, isnt it? 
I am so pleased that you remembered, said Chauvelin. 
Imagine running into you again in a place like this, Finn 
said. I thought Id just pop over and pick up some of your 
excellent French wine. He extended his hand. 
Chauvelin also extended his hand. There was a pistol in it. 
I think not, said Chauvelin. His smile disappeared. I am 
afraid that your diet will consist of bread and water from now 
on. However, you shall not have to put up with such an inconvenience 
for long. The guillotine has long been waiting for 
the Scarlet Pimpernel! 
There was total silence in the inn. 
I am sure youve got a pistol, Chauvelin said. Throw it 
down onto the floor. Carefully. 
Moving slowly, Finn pulled out his pistol, holding it gingerly 
with two fingers, and dropped it onto the floor. 



Now kick it away, said Chauvelin. 
Finn complied. Where the hell are you, Cobra? he thought, 
furiously. If Chauvelin had only allowed him to get a little 
closer. 
Drop your pistol, Chauvelin! 
The Frenchmans eyes grew wide as he saw the man two 
tables away stand up and level a pistol at his head. Finn stared 
with amazement at Fitzroy. Looking suddenly frightened, 
Chauvelin dropped his pistol down onto the table. Before Finn 
had a chance to say anything to his rescuer, another voice said 
Now you drop yours, Mongoose. 
Cobra was standing in the doorway, holding a laser. 
You havent got a chance, Cobra, said Fitzroy. Take a good 
look around you. Ive got men all around. His voice trailed 
off. Every single customer in the inn held a laser and they 
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Cobra fired, his shot catching Fitzroy squarely in the chest. 
As Fitzroy fell, Finn dropped to the floor and rolled as the inn 
became a violent crisscross of laser fire. He retrieved his totally 
inadequate pistol and hid under a table, trying to become 
part of the floor. It lasted perhaps a second or two; then Finn 
heard somebody moan. Finn looked up to see that Chauvelin, 
miraculously, stood unscathed, his jaw hanging open. Finn 
started to get up, cautiously. There were dead bodies all around 
the room. 
Shoot him, damn you! 
Cobra was on his knees. One arm was gone from the shoulder 
down and there was a hole in the side of his face. 
Bewildered, Finn stared from him to Chauvelin. The Frenchman 
stared in horror as Cobra lurched to his feet 
Shoot him! Shoot him or youre a dead man, Chauvelin! 
Shoot! Shoot! 
Even as it dawned on Finn that Cobra was shouting at the 
Frenchman, Chauvelin moved as if in a trance. His eyes were 
unfocused as he reached for the pistol he had dropped upon 
the table. As he picked it up, a thin shaft of light lanced out 
across the room and neatly sliced his head off. Chauvelins 
headless corpse remained standing for an instant, then it 
toppled to the floor, upsetting the table. 
NO! 
Cobra lunged forward, bending down to pick up a fallen laser. 
As his fingers closed around it, a knife struck him in the 
chest. At the same instant, Cobra screamed and vanished. The 
knife which had been sticking in his chest clattered to the floor. 
There wasnt even any blood on it. 
Finn heard a soft gasp and turned to see Jean Lafitte, staring 
slackjawed at the spot where Cobra had been an instant 
ago. His own eyes bulged when he saw Mongoose standing on 
the stairs, holding a laser in his hand as he casually leaned on 
the railing. Finn quickly looked to his left, seeing Fitzroys body 


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sprawled over a table. Then he looked back in disbelief at 
Fitzroys double, who was standing on the stairs. The double 
grinned. 
Hello, Finn, he said. Long time, no see. By the way, were 
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Epilogue 
The five of them sat in the living room of Forresters suite in 
the Bachelor Officers Quarters section of the TAC-HQ building. 
Forrester had broken out several bottles of a fine Napoleon 
brandy and Mongoose was swirling his around absently 
in his snifter as he spoke. 
Darrow wanted to prove to the Referee Corps that the 
agency should remain independent of the Observers, he was 
saying. We had accumulated so much power over the years 
that neither the Observers nor the Referee Corps suspected 
just how far out of line we were. A good number of us, myself 
included and Darrow in particular, were using agency resources 
to enrich ourselves. Its not all that uncommon a practice, 
really. The temptation to clock back a short way and take 
advantage of market trends, for example, is particularly hard 
to resist. Right, Forrester? 
Forrester gave him a surly look. 
Its all highly illegal, of course, but its one of those things 
that dont present much of a threat of instability so long as 
youre very careful and act conservatively. It also helps not to 
get caught. Obviously, the temptation is especially hard to resist 
for highly placed officials and Darrow was no exception. I 
knew Darrow very well and I knew that he was incredibly 
wealthy, but I had no idea just how heavily involved he was in 
temporal speculation until it all came out into the open during 
the past few days. Art treasures stolen by the Nazis that were 
thought to have been destroyed, gold liberated from pirates 
who had liberated it from the Spaniards, 20th-century stock 
portfolios 
They really found the Maltese Falcon in his library? Lucas 
said. 
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released as part of the official inquiry was the fact that he had 
three adolescent girls in his house whom he had purchased in 
various time periods on the white slave market. He shook his 
head. And I always thought they were his daughters. 
Nice people you work for, Finn said. 
Look, whatever you might think, said Mongoose, if I had 
suspected any of this, I would have turned him in myself. A 
little short-range temporal speculation is one thing, but he went 
way too far. Beyond the point of no return. He had to protect 
himself and his interests, which was part of the reason why he 
wanted to take control of temporal adjustments away from the 
First Division. What seemed like an ideal opportunity presented 
itself when an unstable Temporal Corps recruit named Alex 
Corderro caused a disruption that resulted in the death of Sir 
Percy Blakeney. 
Youll never see it in any official report because no one has 
the guts to admit to what really happened. Your mission was 
an adjustment of an adjustment. The first attempt, with a different 
cast of characters, came about as a result of what you 
would call TIA interference, he said, looking at Forrester and 
smiling mirthlessly. Purely by accident, there were a couple 
of agents on the scene when Blakeney was killed. Being good 
company men, they quickly took control of the situation, but 
instead of reporting a disruption to the Observer Corps, they 
reported it to Darrow. Darrow had a brainstorm. Why not let 



the agency handle the adjustment? Leave the Observer Corps, 
the Referee Corps and the First Division out of it entirely. Let 
the TIA take care of it and when it was done, he could come 
up with some sort of an excuse as to why the agency had to 
move in quickly, without being able to contact the proper authorities. 
Then, with the adjustment completed, he could 
present the case to the Referee Corps as proof that we were 
more than qualified to handle such tasks. The whole thing 
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had some not inconsiderable influence with several members 
of the Referee Corps. The plan was made possible by the fact 
that our people were on the scene first and by the fact that 
Corderro had been shot a number of times. One of the musket 
balls took out his implant and there was no termination signal. 
It would be interesting to speculate what would have happened 
if no one had been on the scene when Blakeney was 
killed. With no termination signal to alert the Observers, would 
Corderros death ever have been discovered? Would Blakeneys 
death have been discovered in time to effect an adjustment? 
Would Marguerite Blakeney have died of her wound? 
What did happen? Forrester said. 
Darrow put a team together and clocked them out, said 
Mongoose. One of them, like Finn, was given the full treatment 
so that he could become Sir Percy Blakeney. The substitution 
was made, as we now know, and the adjustment proceeded. 
However, none of those people ever made it back. They 
simply vanished. When they did not clock back in on schedule, 
Darrow started getting nervous and he dispatched several 
agents back to see what went wrong. They didnt come 
back, either. At that point, Darrow panicked. It was possible 
that the first team completed their adjustment and got lost in 
transit while clocking back to Plus time. Possible, but highly 
unlikely. They were using the personal chronoplates, which 
meant that they would be in transit one at a time. One or two 
of them lost in the dead zone, maybe. But the entire team? For 
the whole team to disappear, as well as those sent after them, 
the unthinkable had to have happened. 
To cover himself, Darrow made a big show of resigning the 
directorship, ostensibly in protest over the agencys being 
placed under the jurisdiction of the Observer Corps. By that 
time, I had returned to active duty and was working in the 
evaluations section as a result of screwing up on the Timekeeper 
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Never thought Id hear you admit it, said Delaney. 
Be quiet, Finn, said Forrester. Go on. 
Darrows last act before resigning was to reinstate me, clandestinely, 
as a field operative once again. He needed his most 
experienced agent, otherwise Id still be sitting at a console. 
Darrow was afraid to try sending anyone else back. He was on 
the verge of a nervous breakdown because, quite clearly, the 
team he had sent back messed up somehow and a timestream 
split had occurred. We put our heads together with a member 
of the Referee Corps who shall remain anonymous. This ref 
had long been sympathetic to the agency and could be trusted 
not to reveal what had happened to his colleagues, mainly 
because Darrow had something on him. If Darrow went down, 



he went down. So, together we reasoned that the original disruption 
had set up what Mensinger referred to as a ripple 
and that, at some point, the TIA adjustment team had failed in 
their task and caused an event or a series of events to occur 
that overcame temporal inertia. Instead of the ripple being 
smoothed out, it branched off into another timeline. The main 
problem was that we had no way of knowing exactly when 
that had occurred or what specific incident or incidents had 
triggered it. 
Obviously, having caused the split, whichever members of 
the team survived the incident wound up in the alternate 
timeline, which they had created. When Darrow sent people 
back after them, they may have wound up in the second 
timeline, as well. Were not sure why, exactly. Nothing like 
this had ever happened before. Maybe they were lost in transit 
or caught in some kind of zone of instability and ceased to 
exist. Thats one for the refs to work on. Frankly, I doubt anyone 
will ever know the answer. 
Anyway, if we were to assume that Blakeney was the focal 
point of the scenario, then the point at which the original disruption 
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able to get our man in and there was still, at that point, a 
Blakeney in existence, even if it was a bogus one. Naturally, 
this was all guesswork on our part. We know what happened 
now, but at the time, if we hadnt acted on that assumption, we 
might as well have not done anything at all. We figured that 
the split point had to have occurred within the boundaries of 
the ripple. Either the death of our man and our inability to 
compensate for it or something he and the team had done or 
failed to do had been the direct cause. Only what was that, 
specifically? 
He shrugged. There was no way on earth that we could tell 
unless we had been there. Yet, we had to do something. Darrow 
was practically hysterical with fear that the timelines would 
rejoin before we could do something to remedy the situation. 
The only way that you could remedy the situation once it 
had occurred, said Forrester, would be to wipe out that alternate 
timeline. 
Precisely, Mongoose said. Now you see why it had to be, 
why it has to be kept secret. Frankly, we didnt know what 
would be worse, failing or succeeding. There was, however, 
no alternative. 
In order for anyone to be able to clock back safely, they 
would have to be sent back to a point before the split occurred. 
Since we had no way of knowing when that was, we decided 
to make certain that whoever was sent back would arrive 
moments before the actual disruption occurred. 
You mean that when I arrived in Minus Time, the original 
Blakeney was still alive? said Finn. 
Mongoose nodded. It all required careful timing. First it 
was necessary for the disruption to be reported, as it should 
have been right from the beginning. Then it had to be arranged 
for the adjustment team to arrive upon the scene just before 
the actual disruption was to occur, not too terribly difficult 
because we had the connivance of a referee and wed already 


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been through it once. I underwent cosmetic surgery to become 



Major Fitzroy. The real Fitzroy, the one whom Cobra killed in 
the Chat Gris, was a genuine member of the Observer Corps, 
but he was also a TIA agent. The reason for there being two 
Fitzroys was that our man in the Referee Corps raised the unpleasant 
possibility of interference from the alternate timeline. 
It was possible that all the members of the first team and 
the agents we sent after them had died, but it was also possible 
that, having caused the split, they then tried to clock back 
to Plus Time. It would have explained their having disappeared. 
They clocked forward several centuries, but they arrived in 
the 27th century of the alternate timeline. 
We began playing with scenarios for what might have happened. 
If the 27th century they arrived in was significantly, 
which is to say, obviously different from the one that they had 
left, they might have realized what had occurred. They might 
have had the presence of mind to keep their mouths shut and 
try to find a place for themselves, if that was possible. On the 
other hand, suppose they did not immediately recognize that 
they were in a different timeline? What if there was an alternate 
Darrow heading an alternate TIA and so forth? We could 
not afford to dismiss that possibility, because the moment that 
they reported in, our counterparts in the alternate timeline 
would realize that they were the result of a timestream split. 
We had to ask ourselves how we would react if we were in 
their place. 
Once the shock wore off, we would realize that wed have 
to take steps to protect our own existence. Wed have to send 
people back to make certain that events in that particular scenario 
occurred exactly according to our history. And we would 
have the advantage in that the people in the original timeline 
would have no way of knowing what our history was. 
He paused to take a drink and there was dead silence in the 
room. 


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If it was me, living in the alternate timeline, Mongoose 
said, I would have put that TIA team through an exhaustive 
interrogation. I would have wrung them dry. I would have had 
to know everything they knew, because my existence would 
depend upon that information. As it turned out, that was exactly 
what Cobra must have done. He was good. He was really 
good. He knew who our top field operative was, yours truly, 
and he realized that the people in the original timeline would 
bring in their best people. What he didnt learn from our agents, 
he inferred. What he didnt infer, he got straight from the 
source. Meaning, he came to us. 
Finn, you arrived somewhat earlier than you thought you 
did. You presented a slight problem. Andre and Lucas were 
clocked back and immediately sent on to Richmond, which 
got them out of the way. You had to be stalled long enough for 
us to make certain of several things. The moment you materialized, 
I had to get to you fast, before the aftereffects wore off 
and you were fully cognizant of your surroundings. Fortunately, 
I was able to time it just right. Just as you materialized, I injected 
you with a tranquilizing drug similar to the one we used 
on Lady Blakeney. Then, while you were out, I clocked you 
about an hour into the past with a fugue program sequence. 
Finn nodded. Clever. I was in limbo for an hour, which allowed 
the disruption to occur and gave you time to do what 
you had to do. You must have timed the dose real well, because 



I materialized just as I was coming out of it, thinking I 
had just arrived. Nice piece of work. 
What I dont understand, said Andre, is that if we were all 
clocked back to a point prior to the disruption, then that means 
that the team you had originally sent back would have been 
arriving after us. What happened to them? 
Fitzroy and I killed them, Mongoose said. 
Your own people? 
We had no choice. During the hour that Finn was in fugue, 


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Blakeney died, our first team arrived to make their substitution 
and as they arrived, we had to take them out so Finn could 
then step into the role of Blakeney. It was the only way. They 
had to die back in that time period. 
But but then if you killed them, said Andre, how could 
they possibly have gone on to cause the split in the first place? 
It just doesnt make sense! 
Mongoose smiled. It does, but its a bit of a brain-bender 
for a rookie. No offense meant. 
They disrupted the adjustment of a disruption, Lucas said 
to Andre. She looked at him blankly. 
Blakeney died, said Lucas. That was the disruption. The 
TIA team went back to adjust for it, taking advantage of temporal 
inertia to substitute another Blakeney for the real one. 
At some point thereafter, temporal inertia was overcome and 
the split occurred. In order to negate that, they had to go back 
and cause yet another disruption. However, in this case, the 
people who would have to adjust that second disruption would 
come from the alternate timeline, since it was now their history 
that was disrupted. We thought that we were adjusting a 
disruption, which we were, but while we were doing that, we 
were being a disruption ourselves. All things considered, he 
said to Mongoose, you were putting one hell of a strain on 
temporal inertia. 
They had no choice, considering what was at stake, said 
Forrester. 
The real game began when Finn stepped into the role of 
Percy Blakeney, Mongoose said. Since we had no way of 
knowing what event had caused the split, Fitzroy and I had to 
make certain that events proceeded according to our history. 
We couldnt clock back to see what had caused the split because 
we didnt know when that happened. We might have 
clocked back beyond the point at which it happened and disappeared 
just like the others. So we had to replay the whole 


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scenario with a different cast of characters and make sure that 
we controlled the plot. The moment Cobra showed up, we 
knew he was the agent from the alternate timeline, sent back 
to make certain that the split occurred. 
How did you know? said Andre. 
We knew because Cobra, our Cobra, couldnt possibly have 
clocked back to join us. I had been removed from active temporal 
field duty for a time while Cobra stayed on as a field 
agent. During that time, he was sent on a mission from which 
he never returned. He was killed by Indians in the American 
Revolutionary War and his death was witnessed. Unless he 
had somehow come back from the dead, this Cobra had to be 
from an alternate timeline in which events had proceeded almost 



exactly parallel to ours. Who knows, perhaps in the alternate 
timeline, I was the one who was killed instead of Cobra. 
He certainly knew me well enough. 
But if you knew he was from the other timeline, why couldnt 
you move against him? Andre said. Why couldnt you tell 
us? 
Because we were meant to be the Judas goats, said Finn, 
grimly. 
Thats part of it, said Mongoose. The other part is the fact 
that I couldnt do anything against him because he was the 
only one I knew about. I had no idea how many other people 
from that timeline came back with him. At least I knew who 
Cobra was. At first, I was so paranoid that I began to think that 
there was a possibility that he could have pulled a substitution 
of his own and brought in an alternate Finn Delaney. However, 
Finn disproved that for me most emphatically. He smiled 
and felt his left side, where Delaneys sword had grazed him. 
It was necessary for you to think that it was nothing more 
than an ordinary temporal adjustment mission. Knowing the 
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But he had plenty of opportunities to move against us, said 
Andre. Why didnt he? 
Mongoose glanced at Finn. 
Because he couldnt, Finn said. He didnt dare to act until 
the actual split point. His timeline came about as a result of 
the first adjustment teams interaction with an historical event. 
Thats why Mongoose had to snatch all the aristocrats away 
from us. He didnt know when the actual split point was and 
he had to protect the historical events of our timeline. 
Exactly, Mongoose said. Fortunately, the Cobra from the 
other timeline didnt know that our Cobra had died prior to 
this mission. However, he figured that out quickly enough. It 
took a lot of nerve to play it the way he did. He had to improvise 
like crazy, but he really had you going. We might have 
been stalemated if I hadnt doubled Fitzroy. Thats the one thing 
he didnt anticipate. Just the same, it was pretty close right 
there at the end. 
I had a feeling something strange was going on when I. 
walked through the door of the Chat Gris, said Finn. Talk 
about your Mexican standoffs. Everybody in that place with 
the exception of Chauvelin, Brogard, and Lady Blakeney was 
from another time. And from two different timelines. 
Mongoose grinned. You should have seen your face when 
they all pulled out their weapons. 
Finn shook his head. I imagine it was something like 
Brogards expression when he came up from the cellar to find 
his inn full of dead bodies. If he had come up several moments 
sooner, he would have seen twice as many corpses, half of 
which would have disappeared before his eyes. He was shocked 
enough as it was; I dont think he couldve handled that. 
What happened to Chauvelins soldiers? Forrester said. 
You decoyed them away? 
Mongoose nodded. Thats where old Lafitte came in. He 
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of Chauvelins agents and that Blakeney had ridden out of town, 
trying to escape, with Chauvelin hot on his heels. The soldiers 



took off down the road to Amiens at full gallop. Chauvelin was 
to lose his head in Paris. He just died a little sooner. 
Whatever became of old Lafitte? said Lucas. 
I never saw him again, said Mongoose. I told him that he 
would have one final service to perform for me and then he 
would be on his own. He died soon afterward. He was an old 
man. 
That still left you with some cleaning up to do, said 
Forrester. 
Not much, really. We had to bring Pierre Lafitte back from 
England. Simple enough. Then we had to take care of Jean 
and Lady Blakeney. Pierre and his uncle never knew anything 
that would be a threat to temporal continuity, but Brogard, 
Jean, and Marguerite had seen things they should not have 
seen. They had to be conditioned to forget that they had seen 
them. A man from Relocation was sent back to take Finns place 
as Percy Blakeney and I imagine that they lived happily ever 
after. The relocation assignment was about as easy and pleasant 
as they come. Life in the upper crust of London society as 
an extremely wealthy man with a beautiful and adoring wife. 
We should all be so lucky. 
Andre glanced at Finn and their eyes met for a second; then 
he dropped his gaze, staring down into his glass. He did not 
look up again for a long time. 
As for Jean, Mongoose smiled, I was almost sorry that he 
had to undergo conditioning. I really developed quite a liking 
for that kid. 
How extensive was the conditioning? said Forrester. 
In Jeans case, fairly minor. He would remember Monsieur 
lAvenir and his peripheral involvement with the League of 
the Scarlet Pimpernel, but he would forget all about the untimely 
things that he had seen. After that, well, it seems he had 


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always hated Paris. He and his brother used to dream of going 
to sea and becoming sailors. After their uncle died, they signed 
onto a merchant ship as cabin boys. They had a fascinating 
future ahead of them. 
What actually happened to create the split? said Andre. 
Mongoose shook his head. I can only guess. Perhaps 
Blakeney, our Blakeney, was killed by Chauvelin in the Chat 
Gris and the fact that it was a substitute Blakeney, which already 
worked against temporal inertia, was enough to cause 
the split. But then, Armand St. Just and the Comte de Tournay 
were due to arrive shortly. They would have been arrested, in 
spite of Chauvelins promise to Marguerite, no doubt. Possibly 
Ffoulkes and several other members of the league would have 
been caught as well. Whatever it was, that one moment in the 
inn was obviously the catalyst, because when it occurred or 
rather, when it did not occur, the alternate timeline ceased to 
exist. 
Having never existed in the first place, Forrester said. 
But of course it existed, Andre said, frowning. Why else 
was all this 
It never existed in the first place, Forrester said, emphatically. 
It was a shadow, a dream. What happened to the bodies 
of those agents from the alternate timeline? They disappeared, 
because they were never really there. 
Andre stared at him, perplexed. 
What he means, said Mongoose, gently, is that we changed 



reality. For a time, our reality was that which we knew, prior 
to the split. Then, we were dealing with another reality altogether. 
We changed that. We restored reality to the way it 
should have been, the way it was, the way it is. At this moment, 
as we sit here now, the incident that created the alternate 
timeline never occurred. That timeline, along with everyone 
in it, never existed. It was like a dream. 
A nightmare, said Forrester, drinking deeply. 


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Andre shook her head. No, you cant play tricks with logic 
to change what was. For a time, however brief a time from 
where we sit now, that timeline existed. Those people were 
real. There was another world, another universe! 
If we accept that, Forrester said, then we must also accept 
that you helped kill them all. He held her gaze. You 
understand? 
She remained silent. She glanced at Finn and Lucas, but they 
wouldnt meet her gaze. Both men stared down at the floor. 
I need another drink, said Finn. 
So do I, said Lucas. 
Forrester refilled their glasses. 


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Lucas took a deep breath.Unfortunately, 
theres no record of how it was done. All we 
know is that Leforte was captured trying to 
sneak out of Paris dressed as an old woman 
and thrown in the Bastille. The Scarlet 
Pimpernel took credit for his escape. It 
wouldve been nice if they could have clocked 
back to see how it was done. But however it 
was done, were going to have to be the ones 
to do it. 
Sure would be nice if we could hop on a 
plate and jump ahead a few hours so we could 
see how we did it, Finn said. But then, wed 
have to do it first before we could see how it 
was done. Aint temporal physics wonderful? 
Its times like these that make me wish Id 
kept my old job, said Lucas. 
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