Less than half an hour later Marguerite is in the coach for London. She has sent Suzanne home, written a respectful excuse to the Prince, ordered horses at Faversham, changed into a dark travelling dress, and taken money Percy's lavishness always placed at her disposal. She will not nurse fond delusions. Chauvelin returned Armand's letter because he is satisfied that Percy is the man he has sworn to kill. Unwittingly she has betrayed the husband she would die for. At the Crown she rests the horses, then takes a chair to Sir Andrew's Pall Mall chambers. Of Percy's friends she prefers him: he has always been hers, and his love for Suzanne binds him closer. He enters startled and suspicious. She wastes no time. The Scarlet Pimpernel, her husband, Percy Blakeney, is in deadly peril. Andrew goes pale and cannot parry. She lays out the stolen plans, Percy's own errand, Chauvelin's road to Calais, and the trap that will close on the Comte, on Armand, and on the leader once the hiding-places are known.
He still does not trust her. She seizes his shoulders and asks if she looks like a woman who would betray her own husband. He asks whose hand guided Chauvelin. Mine, she says quietly. She will not lie. She had no idea of the identity, and Armand's safety was to be her prize. His oath of secrecy strains. There are nineteen ready to die for the chief. She does not need lives, she says: wits and four swift horses. She must know where to find him. She has owned her fault and her weakness. If he will not help she will still go, and arrive perhaps too late.
Touched, he warns that the journey is a man's work and her chances remote. She hopes there are risks: she has so much to atone for. He awaits her orders. They will meet at nightfall at The Fisherman's Rest, charter a schooner, and he will go disguised as her lacquey. It will be a race between Chauvelin and me across the Channel tonight, she says, and the prize the life of the Scarlet Pimpernel. A quarter of an hour later the coach thunders onto the Dover road. She allows herself a few brighter thoughts of the shadowy king who was always Percy, then the wheels soothe her aching eyes. Will a night's sleep in a racing coach be enough, or has the hour already gone?
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It is late into the night when she reaches The Fisherman's Rest, the whole journey done in less than eight hours. Sally jumps from bed, Jellyband relights the coffee-room lamp, and neither dares show surprise that Lady Blakeney has arrived alone.