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"Come, Ganimard, confess that on the Wednesday after our conversation in the prison de la Sante, you expected me at your house at four o'clock, exactly as I said I would go." "And your prison-van?" said Ganimard, evading the question. "A bluff! Some of my friends secured that old unused van and wished to make the attempt.
Presently two vagrants were arrested on suspicion at Liverpool, and proved to be two of the most notorious of the Fenian leaders, "Colonel" Kelly and "Captain" Deasy. It was when these prisoners, remanded for further enquiry, were being driven under a strong escort to gaol that the prison-van was attacked by a rescue-party, and Sergeant Brett, who was in charge of the prisoners, was shot.
Then he cried sharply, "Bonavent! Bonavent!" Bonavent opened the door, and stood in the doorway. "You sent off Victoire in the prison-van, I suppose," said Guerchard. "Oh, a long while ago, sir," said Bonavent. "The van had been waiting at the door since half-past nine." "Since half-past nine? ... But I told them I shouldn't want it till a quarter to eleven.
He was released the next day, and left the Depot at two o'clock in the afternoon. On the same day at two o'clock, having been examined for the last time, Arsene Lupin left the Depot in a prison-van. Had the guards made a mistake? Had they been deceived by the resemblance and carelessly substituted this man for their prisoner?
At the corner of Saint Germain it stopped. A truck horse had fallen. The traffic having been interrupted, a vast throng of fiacres and omnibuses had gathered there. Arsene Lupin looked out. Another prison-van had stopped close to the one he occupied. He moved the plate still farther, put his foot on one of the spokes of the wheel and leaped to the ground.
"Ah! what an unfortunate morning," murmured Lecoq, disconsolately. "Still I will lie in wait for him at the prefecture." When the door of the prison-van had been securely closed, the driver cracked his whip, and the sturdy horses started off at a brisk trot.
Iris laughed, and said she did not know she had a single namesake. Lala did not laugh; but he sat thinking in silence. There was no chess for him that night; instead of playing his usual game, Mr. Emblem, in his chair, laughed and chuckled in rather a ghastly way. "Well, Joe," said his wife, "and how is it going to finish? It looks to me as if there was a prison-van and a police-court at the end.
They tore my mother away from me and placed her in that gray prison-van, the sight of which in the streets of Petersburg strikes terror into the heart of every Russian, for a person once in that rumbling vehicle is, as you know, lost for ever to the world.
"You remember Victoire, Lupin's old foster-mother, the one whom my good friend Ganimard allowed to escape in a sham prison-van?" "Yes." "I have found Victoire's traces. She lives on a farm, not far from National Road No. 25. National Road No. 25 is the road from the Havre to Lille. Through Victoire I shall easily get at Lupin." "It will take long." "No matter! I have dropped all my cases.
The night of my departure for England at last arrived, and I found myself for the first time placed in heavy leg-irons, along with eleven others. We were put into the prison-van for the railway station; and as soon as we were seated in the carriage there commenced a scene which baffles all description.
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