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Updated: June 22, 2025
What! they take the precaution to carry me alone in the van, prepare a nice little obstruction, and imagine I am going to take to my heels and rejoin my friends. Well, and what about the twenty agents of the Surete who accompanied us on foot, in fiacres and on bicycles? No, the arrangement did not please me. I should not have got away alive. Tell me, monsieur, did they count on that?"
By to-morrow you'll be coming to offer me those jewels in exchange for what influence I have in certain quarters." "With your famous friend, the Chief of the Surete, eh?" "Possibly. I am known also at La Tour Pointue." "I confess I don't follow you, unless you mean to turn informer." "Never that." "It's a riddle, then?"
Scotland Yard, the Service de la Sûreté, everybody, says that. I don't mean dime-novel disguises false whiskers and a limp. I mean the ability to be the character he pretends the thing that used to make Joe Jefferson Rip Van Winkle and not an actor made up to look like it. That's the reason nobody could keep track of Mulehaus, especially in South American cities.
"You have demanded to know the charges laid against you, and I have detailed them," replied the chief of the Sûreté, regarding the prisoner closely through his gold pince-nez. "They are false every word of them," promptly returned Le Pontois. "I have no acquaintance with any banknote forger. If I had, he would quickly find himself under arrest." The four men seated in his vicinity smiled grimly.
The concierge at the Abbaye swears that he knows Mole, so do all the men of the Surete who have seen him. The Commissary has known him as an indigent, good-for-nothing lubbard who has begged his way in the streets of Paris ever since he was released from gaol some months ago, after he had served a term for larceny. Even your own man Hebert admits to feeling doubtful on the point.
Then they made themselves happy in the two rooms below, and for additional safety the Lannoy child was brought down from its attic and put to sleep in the one room with the men of the Surete. After that the Leridans went to bed. Name of a dog! how were they to blame? Whether Chauvelin heard all these jeremiads, he could not afterwards have told you.
Indeed it was by that description he was registered in the archives of the Surete, with the observation that notwithstanding his foreign name he was an Englishman of highest standing. It was never dreamed that the bristly-haired alert little man, who was so often seen in the salerooms of Paris when antique silver was being sold, was the notorious Sparrow.
"Well," he asked, conquering his misgivings and resuming, as always, his confidence in himself, "then, what did they do then, after reading the sentence?" "The Chief of the Surete knew he had no time to spare. He did not ask for it. The revolutionaries ordered him to bid his family farewell. He raised his wife, his children, clasped them, bade them be of good courage, then said he was ready.
The Sûreté Nationale, the French Intelligence Service, and the examining magistrate have documentary evidence that Germany and Italy were and are deliberately conspiring to throw France, as they did Spain, into a civil war. Publication of these documents would have far-reaching effects, internally and externally.
He periodically turns up in the various big capitals when international loans and that sort of thing are being negotiated. I understand that he has a flat somewhere in Paris, and the Service de Surete tells me that his name is good for several million francs over there.
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