o’clock and the coadjutor required half an hour to go from the archbishop’s palace to the tower of St.
Jacques de la Boucherie. He remarked that a light was burning in one of the highest windows of the tower. “Good,” said he, “our syndic is at his post.”
He knocked and the door was opened. The vicar himself awaited him, conducted him to the top of the tower, and when there pointed to a little door, placed the light which he had brought with him in a corner of the wall, that the coadjutor might be able to find it on his return, and went down again. Although the key was in the door the coadjutor knocked.
“Come in,” said a voice which he recognized as that of the mendicant, whom he found lying