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Updated: June 6, 2025
"And so the fair Madeleine has received the last sacraments?" said la Pouraille, and he swallowed a deep mouthful of air. "Poor little Theodore!" cried le Biffon; "he is a pretty chap too. The warder went towards the gate, thinking that Jacques Collin was at his heels.
"Idiot, if we promise to give the money back to the family, you will only be lagged for life. I would not give a piece for your nut if we keep the blunt, but at this moment you are worth seven hundred thousand francs, you flat." "Good for you, boss!" cried la Pouraille in great glee. "And then," said Jacques Collin, "besides casting all the murders on Ruffard Bibi-Lupin will be finely cold.
The reelers teach a thief what's what," said Jacques. "Godet left his pieces at his sister's, a washerwoman; honest girl, she may be caught for five years in La Force without dreaming of it. The pal raised the tiles of the floor, put them back again, and guyed." "Now do you know what I want you to do?" said Jacques Collin, with a magnetizing gaze at la Pouraille. "What?"
"I mean to win his soul to heaven!" replied Jacques Collin fervently, seeing some other prisoners about him. And he joined the warder at the gate. "He got in to save Madeleine," said Fil-de-Soie. "We guessed rightly. What a boss he is!" "But how can he? Jack Ketch's men are waiting. He will not even see the kid," objected le Biffon. "The devil is on his side!" cried la Pouraille.
What a loss to society!" "Yes, Theodore Calvi is yamming his last meal," said le Biffon. "His trips will pipe their eyes, for the little beggar was a great pet." "So you're here, old chap?" said la Pouraille to Jacques Collin. And, arm-in-arm with his two acolytes, he barred the way to the new arrival. "Why, Boss, have you got yourself japanned?" he went on.
Jacques Collin's wig was eminently ecclesiastical, and wonderfully natural. "Hallo!" said la Pouraille to le Biffon, "that's a bad sign! A rook! How did he come here?" To complete our study of the prison-yard, two more of the prisoners must be hastily sketched in.
The next thing is to bring a moll into the case by blowing the gaff." "But how, and what for?" "Do as I bid you; you will see." And Trompe-la-Mort briefly told the secret of the Nanterre murders, showing him how necessary it was to find a woman who would pretend to be Ginetta. Then he and la Pouraille, now in good spirits, went across to le Biffon.
Don't know me, Nanty parnarly, and soap me down for a priest, or I will do for you all, you and your molls and your blunt." "What, do you funk our blabbing?" said Fil-de-Soie. "Have you come to help your boy to guy?" "Theodore!" said Jacques Collin, repressing a start and a cry. "They will have his nut off," la Pouraille went on; "he was booked for the scaffold two months ago."
"Oh, my good Biffon," said la Pouraille, "our boss is more powerful than God Almighty." "What is your password for her?" asked Jacques Collin, with the assurance of a master to whom nothing can be refused. If you say that she knows you have come from me, and if you want her to do as you bid her, show her a five-franc piece and say Tondif."
Jacques Collin felt sick, his knees almost failed him; but his three comrades held him up, and he had the presence of mind to clasp his hands with an expression of contrition. La Pouraille and le Biffon respectfully supported the sacrilegious Trompe-la-Mort, while Fil-de-Soie ran to a warder on guard at the gate leading to the parlor.
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