Chapter 22 No.22

The Black Abbé Strikes in the Dark

I was awakened to consciousness by some one gently lifting me. I struggled at once to my feet, leaning upon him. It was Big Etienne.

"You much hurt?" he queried, in great concern.

"Why, no!" said I, presently. "Head feels sore. I think I'll be all right in a minute."

It was in the red and saffron of da