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Updated: June 21, 2025
They were groping their way through the fog, when suddenly Robeccal was lifted from the ground, and then flung some distance, while a voice shouted: "Scoundrel! I have you at last!" At the same moment, an iron grasp nailed the giantess to the spot where she stood. The two wretches gasped out the names: "Fanfar! Bobichel!" "Where is Francine?" said Fanfar, sternly.
"Let the clothes hang," ordered Girdel. They all crept softly to the stable and in about five minutes were on the street. Bobichel ran alongside Girdel. Suddenly he stopped and hurriedly said: "I hear the sound of horses' hoofs; we escaped just in time." The noise Bobichel heard really came from the policemen, who had hurried from Remiremont to Sainte-Ame and were now surrounding the Golden Sun.
And Bobichel, with infinite care, took from the flap of his coat a pin, an ordinary pin though of large size, not large enough, however, to excite the smallest suspicion. "Do you see that?" cried the clown, with much of his former gayety. "Do you see that, ladies and gentlemen? This pin does not look like much, does it, now? But you can screw off the head, and then you will find a tiny note "
Girdel walked up and down in a dignified way and the crowd respectfully made way for him, while the giant, in stentorian tones, gave the orders to Fanfaro and Bobichel. Bobichel's name was not on the bills; he was to surprise the public as a clown, and therefore his name was never mentioned.
She was now looking expectantly at the young man, who was engaged with Bobichel in lighting the few lamps, and when he drew near to her, she whispered to him: "Monsieur Fanfaro, are you satisfied with me?" Fanfaro looked at her in amazement, but a cordial smile flew over his lips, and Irene felt that she could stand many more insults if she could see him smile oftener.
Had the door shut of itself, or had it been closed by some invisible enemy? They turned back hastily, but there was not the smallest sign to be seen of door or spring. "What had we best do?" asked Goutran, uneasily. Fanfar reflected a moment. "As we cannot go back, let us hasten forward with all possible speed. We will find the way out." "Or we will make one!" cried Bobichel.
She stooped and recognized the faithful clown, who had thus mounted guard. "Bobichel! I must speak to my father," she whispered. "What! is it you, little Caillette? Is there trouble?" "Yes and not one moment to lose!" Bobichel was wide awake and on his feet. He opened the door for Caillette. Her father was on the bed asleep. Fanfar was asleep, too, sitting in his chair. Fanfar started up.
"He has gone to Vagney for a doctor for you, dear father." Iron Jaws laughed aloud. "I want none of your poisoners here, let me tell you." He caught sight of Bobichel, as he spoke. The clown was crying like a baby. "What is the matter with you, Bob?" he asked. "Nothing, master, nothing at all; I am so happy." "You have been fighting, sir?" said Gudel. La Roulante bustled forward.
"Bring them to my house, Bobichel," said the other, a strong, handsome man, "and everything will be explained there." "Yes, if they are still alive," replied Bobichel. "I think, Fanfaro, that we came just at the right moment. What will Madame Irene say when we arrive home?" "She will at once prepare for everything," said Fanfaro, laughing.
"And with me?" added Bobichel. "You can stay, if you will. I may need you." "But, Monsieur Fanfar," said poor Madame, "I think we, too, are good for something. You ought not to send us away." The poor woman was greatly distressed. "Oh! I have something for you to do. Examine the garden carefully, and if you see the smallest thing that is unusual, come to me instantly."
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