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Updated: June 29, 2025
In the cellar of that house there are two hundred and fifty thousand francs in gold " Again silence reigned in the coach. "The coin is in a very hard bed of masonry. It must be got out, and you have only three nights to do it in. Jacqueline will help you. A hundred thousand francs will buy up the business, fifty thousand will pay for the house; leave the remainder." "Where?" said Paccard.
"Excuse me, Justice must first take its course. Monsieur Camusot has instructions to seize your aunt." "He will never find her," said Jacques Collin. "Search is to be made at the Temple, in the shop of a demoiselle Paccard who superintends her shop." "Nothing will be found there but rags, costumes, diamonds, uniforms However, it will be as well to check Monsieur Camusot's zeal."
Paccard had meanwhile handed the ices to the company in his absence. The mulatto had hardly reached the door when one of the police constables who had kept watch in the Rue des Moineaux called up the stairs: "Number twenty-seven." "What's up?" replied Contenson, flying down again. "Tell Papa that his daughter has come home; but, good God! in what a state. Tell him to come at once; she is dying."
M. N 's party led off; and, at the suggestion of his guide Paccard, we were all tied together with a rope. M. N 's fatigue, which his strength, but not his will, betrayed, made us fear falls on his part which would require the help of the whole party to arrest. The event justified our foreboding. On descending the side of the wall, M. N made several false steps.
"And," he added in their private language, "find Europe and Paccard with the seven hundred and fifty thousand francs they bagged. We must have them." "Paccard is out there," said the pious Marquise, pointing to the chasseur, her eyes full of tears. This intuitive comprehension brought not merely a smile to the man's lips, but a gesture of surprise; no one could astonish him but his aunt.
His instincts as a thief were stronger than his attachment to Trompe-la-Mort. "Durut is dead," he said at length; "my shoulder is still a proof before letters. Let us be off together; divide the money, so as not to have all our eggs in one basket, and then get married." "But where can we hide?" said Prudence. "In Paris," replied Paccard.
Paccard took Jacques Collin's hand and kissed it respectfully. "And what must I do?" said he. "Nothing; and you will have dividends and women, to say nothing of your wife for you have a touch of the Regency about you, old boy! That comes of being such a fine man!" Paccard colored under his sultan's ironical praises.
Paccard, nicknamed The Old Guard, Old Wide-Awake, or The Right Man a man with legs of iron, arms of steel, Italian whiskers, hair like an artist's, a beard like a sapper's, and a face as colorless and immovable as Contenson's, kept his spirit to himself, and rejoiced in a sort of drum-major appearance which disarmed suspicion.
I will tell you where to find two hundred thousand more. The remainder will come to me out of Esther's money. We must repay old Nourrisson. With Theodore, Paccard, Prudence, Nourrisson, and you, I shall soon have the holy alliance I require. Listen, now we are nearly there " "Here are the three letters," said Jacqueline, who had finished unsewing the lining of her gown.
"If the Baron takes a house, Paccard has a friend who will suit as the lodge porter," said Carlos. "Then we shall only need a footman and a kitchen-maid, and you can surely keep an eye on two strangers " As Carlos was leaving, Paccard made his appearance. "Wait a little while, there are people in the street," said the man. This simple statement was alarming.
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