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Huy and Lorrain jumped into the street and fled at the top of their speed. The coachman had noticed nothing. Cournet let them get away, and then, pulling the check string, stopped the fiacre, got down leisurely, reclosed the door, quietly took forty sous from his purse, gave them to the coachman, who had not left his seat, and said to him, "Drive on." He plunged into Paris.
We might have gone by omnibus or by fiacre, but if we had we should never have known what a street the Seine is, sliding through Paris, brown in the open sun, dark under the shadowing arches of the bridges, full of hastening comers and goers from landing-place to landing-place, up and down.
The frost still held; Paris still smiled; and, buttoning up his coat, he paused for a moment on the doorstep to turn his face to the copper-red sun and breathe in the crisp, invigorating air; then, with a quaintly decisive manner that seemed to set sentiment aside, he walked to the edge of the footpath and hailed a passing fiacre. "To the church of the Sacré-Coeur," he commanded.
"Have you ever seen a handkerchief better thrown?" said Henri to Paul de Manerville. Then, observing a fiacre on the point of departure, having just set down a fare, he made a sign to the driver to wait. "Follow that carriage, notice the house and the street where it stops you shall have ten francs.... Paul, adieu." The cab followed the coupe.
It was one o'clock in the morning when we reached M. de la R 's house. The fiacre stopped near a grated door, which M. de la R opened with a latch-key; on the right, under the archway, a staircase ascended to the first floor of a solitary detached building which M. de la R inhabited, and into which he led me.
The ex-zouave was a miracle of politeness and, he proudly conducted Justine to a waiting fiacre, having deftly reserved himself the choice of staterooms. With the skill of his artful kind, Jules hastened upstairs at the Hotel Croix d'Or, to announce to his mistress the lucky find of a windy afternoon on Granville quay.
Come on, now, and get your money," said Hawke, as he led the way to the nearest fiacre. In ten minutes, Alan Hawke disappeared into the railway waiting-room, and returned after a visit to the luggage store-room. Jack Blunt was astonished at his pal's evident distrust. "Here you are, Jack," the Major cordially cried, as they sought the rear room of the neat cafe opposite the gare.
"Three o'clock," said the colonel, hurrying her into the waiting-room, where she sat, still somewhat remote from herself but getting nearer and nearer, while he went off about the baggage. "Now, then!" he cried cheerfully when he returned; and he led his wife out and put her into a fiacre. The driver bent from his perch and arrested the colonel, as he was getting in after Mrs.
"I will follow you," said Cournet. A fiacre was called up. "While I am about it," said the police spy, "come in all three of you." He made Huy and Lorrain get in with Cournet, placed them on the front seat, and seated himself on the back seat by Cournet, and then shouted to the driver, "To the Prefecture!" The sergents de ville surrounded the fiacre.
It was the same fiacre; Martial recognized it by its green body, and its wheels striped with white. Emerging from the crowd of carriages, the driver whipped up his horses, and it was at a gallop that they flew up the Rue du Vieux Columbier the narrowest street that borders the Place Saint Sulpice and gained the outer boulevards.
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