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"I suppose you know, you clever little monkey, that I should have been floating down the Seine with a slit throat and enough lead in me to sink a barrel by this time, if it hadn't been for you," he said, as he pushed the outward semblance of Clodoche into the kit-bag, and began to get into ordinary civilian's dress as expeditiously as possible.
La la! loi!" the cry of the Apache to his kind. "Mother of delights! It is one of us, and it comes from the sewer passage from the sewer!" shrilled out Marise, as the dancers halted and Margot ran, with fleet steps, towards the bar. "Listen! listen! They come to you, Margot Serpice and Gaston. The work is done." "And before even Clodoche or von Hetzler have arrived!" she replied excitedly.
"Clodoche!" exclaimed Marise, falling back in surprise. "Clodoche!" echoed Margot. "Clodoche and from the sewers?"
"I guessed the identity of this 'Countess de la Tour' from the moment you spoke of Clodoche and that secret trap. Her knowledge of those two betrayed her to me. Clodoche is a renegade Alsatian, a spy in the pay of the German Government, and an old habitué of 'The Inn of the Twisted Arm, where the Queen of the Apaches and her pals hold their frequent revels.
"Clodoche!" exclaimed Marise, falling back in surprise. "Clodoche!" echoed Margot. "Clodoche and from the sewers?"
Oho! you recognize me, I see. Well, you will die looking at me, you dog, if you deny me what I'm after. I'll loosen my grip enough for you to whisper, and no more. Now what's the password that Clodoche must give to Margot to-night at 'The Twisted Arm'? Tell me what it is; if you want your life, tell me what it is?" "I'll see you dead first!" came in a whisper from beneath the hideous mask.
Mother of disasters! It is not the cracksman it is the real Clodoche we have killed!" For one moment a sort of panic held them, swayed them, befogged the brains of them; then, of a sudden, Merode howled out, "Get back! Get back! The fellow's in there still!" and led a blind race down the passage to the bar, where they had seen Cleek last.
Make certain she's at 'The Twisted Arm, waiting, first, for the coming of Clodoche, and, second, for the arrival of this precious 'Merode' with the remaining half of the document. I've sent Dollops there to carry out his part of the programme, and when once I get the password Margot requires before she will hand over the paper, the game will be in my hands entirely.
Mother of disasters! It is not the Cracksman it is the real Clodoche we have killed!" For one moment a sort of panic held them, swayed them, and befogged their brains; then of a sudden Merode howled out "Get back! Get back! The fellow's in there still!" and led a blind race down the passage to the bar where they had seen Cleek last.
Now what's the password that Clodoche must give to Margot to-night at 'The Twisted Arm'? Tell me what it is; if you want your life, tell me what it is." "I'll see you dead first!" came in a whisper from beneath the hideous mask.
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