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They then seized from the safe $10,000. A crowd which had gathered was kept back by one of the bandits with a rifle. The others came out, opened fire on the spectators, started the car at its utmost speed, and disappeared. Not long after, Monsieur Jouin, deputy chief of the Sûreté, and Chief Inspector Colmar were making a domiciliary search in a house near Paris.
In making the attempt he defeated his own ends a fact which he only realized when too late!" The foregoing is perhaps one of the most remarkable stories of the underworld of Europe. Its details are set down in full in three big portfolios in the archives of the Surete in Paris where the present writer has had access to them.
He had formed the acquaintance of a former Agent de la Sureté, who had been of great use to him in describing the various outlaws and prowlers of Paris, and in pointing out to him their secret dens and the secluded places of rendezvous where they met, drank vile liquors, and, under the maddening influence of absinthe and alcohol, plotted their crimes and atrocities of every description.
Lists of names totaling eighteen thousand men were turned up by the Sûreté Nationale, and the hundreds of steel and concrete fortresses and the arms found in them point to a membership of at least 100,000.
"Rest assured the Chief of the Surete has laid his plans: his web is spun, and so artfully that I think our unsociable outlaw will soon be making friends in the Prison of the Sante.... But now we must adjourn. One is sorry. It has been so very pleasant...." A waiter conjured the bill from some recess of his waistcoat and served it on a clean plate to the American.
The tall, good-looking man whom Dorise knew as the White Cavalier was one of four other men who posed in his stead when occasion arose. Scotland Yard, the Surete in Paris, the Pubblica Sicurezza in Rome, and the Detective Department of the New York police knew, quite naturally, of the existence of the elusive Sparrow, but none of them had been able to trace him. Why?
It is our business to defend the empire at the peril of our lives. We find that quite natural, and there is no occasion to think of it. I have had terrors enough in other directions, not to speak of the terrors of love, that are more ferocious than you can yet imagine. Look at what they did to my poor friend the Chief of the Surete, Boichlikoff. He was commendable certainly. There was a brave man.
"We must be careful very careful." "Yes. We mustn't meet again unless absolutely necessary. I'm just going up the hill to the post-office to send a cipher message to Bindo. He ought to be here at once. Good-bye." And he turned the corner and left me. The sudden appearance of the long-nosed person puzzled me greatly. Was it possible that we had fallen beneath the active surveillance of the Sureté?
When contractors buy enormous quantities of cement for dugouts, when butchers' and bakers' lorries rattle over ancient cobblestones with enormous loads of arms smuggled across German and Italian borders, when thousands of people are drilled and trained in pistol, rifle and machine-gun practice, it is impossible that the competent French Intelligence Service and the Sûreté Nationale should not get wind of it.
"It's a lie!" cried Paul, jumping to his feet, his face aflame. "Before God, I swear it is a lie!" "Calm yourself and listen," commanded the great chief of the Sûreté Générale sharply. "Be seated." The prisoner sank back into his chair again. His head was reeling. Who could possibly have made such unfounded charges against him? He could scarcely believe his ears.
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