The White Plumes of Navarre opens with a dramatic picture of the murder of Admiral Coligny in Paris, and vividly describes the events which led up to the assassination of the Duke of Guise. Henry of Navarre, Philip II of Spain, the Inquisition, the galleys— we see them all. The love of the Abbé John for Claire Agnew is the golden thread of this delightful romance, but the daughter of Philip II is a very fine study.
nocked down. His companion, a slim youth in a long, black cape, knelt and tried to hold up the failing head. The white beard, streaked with dark stains, lay across his knees. Now the Professor of Eloquence, though he lectured by preference concerning the virtues of peace, thought that there were limits even to these; so, grasping his staff, which had a sword concealed in the handle, of cunning Venice work, ran downstairs, and so found himself out on the street.
In that short period all was changed. The Royal Swiss had moved on. The battling clerks had also vanished. The narrow Street of the University was blank save for the old man who lay there wounded on the little, knobbed cobble-stones, and the slim, cloaked youth bending over him.
Professor Anatole does not remember clearly what followed. Certain it is that he and the lad must have carried the wounded man up the narrow stair. For when Anatole came a little to himself they were, all the three of them, in his wide, bare attiring-chamber, from