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Updated: June 6, 2025
You must set old Nourrisson to find her; I will give you the necessary information in a letter which Gault will give you. Come for it to the gate of the Conciergerie in two hours' time. You must place the girl with a washerwoman, Godet's sister; she must seem at home there. Godet and Ruffard were concerned with la Pouraille in robbing and murdering the Crottats.
Twenty or thirty prisoners had gathered in a group behind the three terrible convicts, whose ferocious looks had kept a space of three feet between them and their inquisitive companions, and they heard this address, spoken with evangelical unction. "Ay, Monsieur Gault," said the formidable la Pouraille, "we will listen to what this one may say "
"We have no time for philosophizing," said Jacques Collin. "To come back to you " "What do you want with me?" said la Pouraille, interrupting his boss. "You shall see. A dead dog is still worth something." "To other people," said la Pouraille. "I take you into my game!" said Jacques Collin. "Well, that is something," said the murderer. "What next?"
"Do what he bids you!" said Fil-de Soie. "You don't say so?" retorted la Pouraille, looking at his pal. "What a flat you are! You will be booked for the Abbaye!" said le Biffon. "You have no other door to budge, if you want to keep on your pins, to yam, wet your whistle, and fake to the end; you must take his orders." "That's all right," said la Pouraille.
"I do not ask you where your money is, but what you mean to do with it?" La Pouraille looked into the convict's impenetrable eye, and Jacques coldly went on: "Have you a trip you are sweet upon, or a child, or a pal to be helped? I shall be outside within an hour, and I can do much for any one you want to be good-natured to." La Pouraille still hesitated; he was delaying with indecision.
"And you are not afraid of her telling?" "Why, get along! She knows nothing about my little game!" replied la Pouraille. "I make her drunk, though she is of the sort that would never blab even with her head under the knife. But such a lot of gold !" "Yes, that turns the milk of the purest conscience," replied Jacques Collin. "So I could do the job with no peepers to spy me.
Having spoken, the philosopher joined le Biffon and la Pouraille, and all three, greatly puzzled by the priest, walked down the yard, while Jacques Collin, lost in grief, came up it.
"I want you to take Madeleine's job on your shoulders." La Pouraille started queerly; but he at once recovered himself and stood at attention under the boss' eye. "So you shy at that? You dare to spoil my game? Come, now! Four murders or three. Does it not come to the same thing?" "Perhaps." "By the God of good-fellowship, there is no blood in your veins! And I was thinking of saving you!" "How?"
"If he does that," said le Biffon, "though I don't believe he is really God, he must certainly have smoked a pipe with old Scratch, as they say." "Didn't you hear him say, 'Old Scratch has cut me'?" said Fil-de-Soie. "Oh!" cried la Pouraille, "if only he would save my nut, what a time I would have with my whack of the shiners and the yellow boys I have stowed."
If you want to get out of the scrape, you see, la Pouraille, you must be ready to do a good turn we can do nothing single-handed " "That's true," said the felon. His confidence was so strong, and his faith in the boss so fanatical, that he no longer hesitated. La Pouraille revealed the names of his accomplices, a secret hitherto well kept. This was all Jacques needed to know.
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