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II. A Question Of Passports
Bibot was very sure of himself. There never was, never had been, there never would be
again another such patriotic citizen of the Republic as was citizen Bibot of the Town
And because his patriotism was so well known among the members of the Committee of
Public Safety, and his uncompromising hatred of the aristocrats so highly appreciated,
citizen Bibot had been given the most important military post within the city of Paris.
He was in command of the Porte Montmartre, which goes to prove how highly he was
esteemed, for, believe me, more treachery had been going on inside and out of the Porte
Montmartre than in any other quarter of Paris. The last commandant there, citizen Ferney,
was guillotined for having allowed a whole batch of aristocrats--traitors to the Republic,
all of them--to slip through the Porte Montmartre and to find safety outside the walls of
Paris. Ferney pleaded in his defence that these traitors had been spirited away from under
his very nose by the devil's agency, for surely that meddlesome Englishman who spent
his time in rescuing aristocrats--traitors, all of them--from the clutches of Madame la
Guillotine must be either the devil himself, or at any rate one of his most powerful agents.
"Nom de Dieu! just think of his name! The Scarlet Pimpernel they call him! No one
knows him by any other name! and he is preternaturally tall and strong and superhumanly
cunning! And the power which he has of being transmuted into various personalities--
rendering himself quite unrecognisable to the eyes of the most sharp-seeing patriot of
France, must of a surety be a gift of Satan!"
But the Committee of Public Safety refused to listen to Ferney's explanations. The Scarlet
Pimpernel was only an ordinary mortal--an exceedingly cunning and meddlesome
personage it is true, and endowed with a superfluity of wealth which enabled him to
break the thin crust of patriotism that overlay the natural cupidity of many Captains of the
Town Guard--but still an ordinary man for all that! and no true lover of the Republic
should allow either superstitious terror or greed to interfere with the discharge of his
duties which at the Porte Montmartre consisted in detaining any and every person--
aristocrat, foreigner, or otherwise traitor to the Republic--who could not give a
satisfactory reason for desiring to leave Paris. Having detained such persons, the patriot's
next duty was to hand them over to the Committee of Public Safety, who would then
decide whether Madame la Guillotine would have the last word over them or not.
And the guillotine did nearly always have the last word to say, unless the Scarlet
Pimpernel interfered.
The trouble was, that that same accursed Englishman interfered at times in a manner
which was positively terrifying. His impudence, certes, passed all belief. Stories of his
daring and of his impudence were abroad which literally made the lank and greasy hair of
every patriot curl with wonder. 'Twas even whispered--not too loudly, forsooth--that