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1"I'll tell you," said Sydney. "I lighted on you, Mr. Barsad, coming out of the prison of the Conciergerie while I was
2contemplating the walls, an hour or more ago. You have a face to be remembered, and I remember faces well. Made curious
3by seeing you in that connection, and having a reason, to which you are no stranger, for associating you with the
4misfortunes of a friend now very unfortunate, I walked in your direction. I walked into the wine-shop here, close after
5you, and sat near you. I had no difficulty in deducing from your unreserved conversation, and the rumour openly going
6about among your admirers, the nature of your calling. And gradually, what I had done at random, seemed to shape itself
7into a purpose, Mr. Barsad." "What purpose?" the spy asked. "It would be troublesome, and might be dangerous, to explain
8in the street. Could you favour me, in confidence, with some minutes of your company--at the office of Tellson's Bank,
9for instance?" "Under a threat?" "Oh! Did I say that?" "Then, why should I go there?" "Really, Mr. Barsad, I can't say,
10if you can't." "Do you mean that you won't say, sir?" the spy irresolutely asked. "You apprehend me very clearly, Mr.
11Barsad. I won't." Carton's negligent recklessness of manner came powerfully in aid of his quickness and skill, in such a
12business as he had in his secret mind, and with such a man as he had to do with. His practised eye saw it, and made the
13most of it. "Now, I told you so," said the spy, casting a reproachful look at his sister; "if any trouble comes of this,
14it's your doing." "Come, come, Mr. Barsad!" exclaimed Sydney. "Don't be ungrateful. But for my great respect for your
15sister, I might not have led up so pleasantly to a little proposal that I wish to make for our mutual satisfaction. Do
16you go with me to the Bank?" "I'll hear what you have got to say. Yes, I'll go with you." "I propose that we first
17conduct your sister safely to the corner of her own street. Let me take your arm, Miss Pross. This is not a good city,
18at this time, for you to be out in, unprotected; and as your escort knows Mr. Barsad, I will invite him to Mr. Lorry's
19with us. Are we ready? Come then!" Miss Pross recalled soon afterwards, and to the end of her life remembered, that as
20she pressed her hands on Sydney's arm and looked up in his face, imploring him to do no hurt to Solomon, there was a
21braced purpose in the arm and a kind of inspiration in the eyes, which not only contradicted his light manner, but
22changed and raised the man. She was too much occupied then with fears for the brother who so little deserved her
23affection, and with Sydney's friendly reassurances, adequately to heed what she observed. They left her at the corner of
24the street, and Carton led the way to Mr. Lorry's, which was within a few minutes' walk. John Barsad, or Solomon Pross,
25walked at his side. Mr. Lorry had just finished his dinner, and was sitting before a cheery little log or two of
26fire--perhaps looking into their blaze for the picture of that younger elderly gentleman from Tellson's, who had looked
27into the red coals at the Royal George at Dover, now a good many years ago. He turned his head as they entered, and
28showed the surprise with which he saw a stranger. "Miss Pross's brother, sir," said Sydney. "Mr. Barsad." "Barsad?"
29repeated the old gentleman, "Barsad? I have an association with the name--and with the face." "I told you you had a
30remarkable face, Mr. Barsad," observed Carton, coolly. "Pray sit down." As he took a chair himself, he supplied the link
31that Mr. Lorry wanted, by saying to him with a frown, "Witness at that trial." Mr. Lorry immediately remembered, and
32regarded his new visitor with an undisguised look of abhorrence. "Mr. Barsad has been recognised by Miss Pross as the
33affectionate brother you have heard of," said Sydney, "and has acknowledged the relationship. I pass to worse news.
34Darnay has been arrested again." Struck with consternation, the old gentleman exclaimed, "What do you tell me! I left
35him safe and free within these two hours, and am about to return to him!" "Arrested for all that. When was it done, Mr.
36Barsad?" "Just now, if at all." "Mr. Barsad is the best authority possible, sir," said Sydney, "and I have it from Mr.
37Barsad's communication to a friend and brother Sheep over a bottle of wine, that the arrest has taken place. He left the
38messengers at the gate, and saw them admitted by the porter. There is no earthly doubt that he is retaken." Mr. Lorry's
39business eye read in the speaker's face that it was loss of time to dwell upon the point. Confused, but sensible that
40something might depend on his presence of mind, he commanded himself, and was silently attentive. "Now, I trust," said
41Sydney to him, "that the name and influence of Doctor Manette may stand him in as good stead to-morrow--you said he
42would be before the Tribunal again to-morrow, Mr. Barsad?--" "Yes; I believe so." "--In as good stead to-morrow as
43to-day. But it may not be so. I own to you, I am shaken, Mr. Lorry, by Doctor Manette's not having had the power to
44prevent this arrest." "He may not have known of it beforehand," said Mr. Lorry. "But that very circumstance would be
45alarming, when we remember how identified he is with his son-in-law." "That's true," Mr. Lorry acknowledged, with his
46troubled hand at his chin, and his troubled eyes on Carton. "In short," said Sydney, "this is a desperate time, when
47desperate games are played for desperate stakes. Let the Doctor play the winning game; I will play the losing one. No
48man's life here is worth purchase. Any one carried home by the people to-day, may be condemned tomorrow. Now, the stake
49I have resolved to play for, in case of the worst, is a friend in the Conciergerie. And the friend I purpose to myself
50to win, is Mr. Barsad." "You need have good cards, sir," said the spy. "I'll run them over. I'll see what I hold,--Mr.
51Lorry, you know what a brute I am; I wish you'd give me a little brandy." It was put before him, and he drank off a
52glassful--drank off another glassful--pushed the bottle thoughtfully away. "Mr. Barsad," he went on, in the tone of one
53who really was looking over a hand at cards: "Sheep of the prisons, emissary of Republican committees, now turnkey, now
54prisoner, always spy and secret informer, so much the more valuable here for being English that an Englishman is less
55open to suspicion of subornation in those characters than a Frenchman, represents himself to his employers under a false
56name. That's a very good card. Mr. Barsad, now in the employ of the republican French government, was formerly in the
57employ of the aristocratic English government, the enemy of France and freedom. That's an excellent card. Inference
58clear as day in this region of suspicion, that Mr. Barsad, still in the pay of the aristocratic English government, is
59the spy of Pitt, the treacherous foe of the Republic crouching in its bosom, the English traitor and agent of all
60mischief so much spoken of and so difficult to find. That's a card not to be beaten. Have you followed my hand, Mr.
61Barsad?" "Not to understand your play," returned the spy, somewhat uneasily. "I play my Ace, Denunciation of Mr. Barsad
62to the nearest Section Committee. Look over your hand, Mr. Barsad, and see what you have. Don't hurry." He drew the
63bottle near, poured out another glassful of brandy, and drank it off. He saw that the spy was fearful of his drinking
64himself into a fit state for the immediate denunciation of him. Seeing it, he poured out and drank another glassful.
65"Look over your hand carefully, Mr. Barsad. Take time."
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