CHAPTER SIXThey had driven for some way and were well outside the suburbs of Paris in the tree-covered countryside.
Vernita had found it impossible not to keep looking back over her shoulder to see if they were being followed by soldiers or mounted Police.
Although Axel had assured her that Minister Fouché and doubtless the Emperor would assume they had gone Northwards, she could not help feeling afraid.
Axel’s horses were moving at a sharp pace and she tried to convince herself that there was no reason to be fearful for the moment unless Fouché was more perceptive than they imagined.
Vernita had not spoken for some time and now she asked,
“You don’t think your friend will be afraid to shelter you when he learns of the Emperor’s suspicions?”
Axel smiled.
“I will let you into a secre
