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He's had to kill the old fool to get it!" and Cleek had just time to tear loose from the shape with which he was battling, and dodge out of the way when the man Merode lurched into the room, with half a dozen Apaches tumbling in at his heels. "Serpice!" he cried, rushing forward, as he saw the gasping red shape upon the floor; "Serpice! Mon Dieu! what is it?" "The Cracksman!" he gulped.
"Gaston!" she cried, knowing from his wild look and the string of oaths and curses his followers were blurting out that something had gone amiss. "Gaston, mon coeur! Name of disaster! what is wrong?" "Everything is wrong!" he flung back excitedly. "That devil that renegade that fury, Cleek, the cracksman, is here. He came to the rescue came out of the very skies and all but killed Serpice!"
Margot flung aside her cigarette and jumped up, the song and the laughter came to an abrupt end, the door flew open, and with a shout and a cheer a man bounced into the room. "Serpice! Ah, le bon Dieu! it is Serpice at last!" cried out Margot in joyous excitement, as she and the others crowded round him. "Soul of a sluggard, don't waste time in laughing and capering like this!
"Messieurs, my love mesdames et mademoiselles, my admiration," she cried, with a ripple of joy-mad laughter. "To the success of the Apaches, to the glory of four hundred thousand francs, and to the quick arrival of Serpice and Gaston!"
When it grew near the time to come, Fouchard let me down into the sewer passage from there. Get on with your dance, silence is always suspicious. An absinthe, Marise! Have Gaston and Serpice arrived yet with the rest of the document, Margot la reine?" "Not yet," she answered. "But one may expect them at any minute." "Where is the fragment we already possess?"
La! la! loi!" the cry of the Apache to his kind. "Mother of delights! It is one of us, and it comes from the sewer passage!" shrilled out Marise, as the dancers halted and Margot ran, with fleet steps, toward the bar. "Listen! listen! They come to you, Margot Serpice and Gaston. The work is done." "And before even Clodoche or Von Hetzler have arrived!" she replied excitedly.
La la! loi!" the cry of the Apache to his kind. "Mother of delights! It is one of us, and it comes from the sewer passage from the sewer!" shrilled out Marise, as the dancers halted and Margot ran, with fleet steps, towards the bar. "Listen! listen! They come to you, Margot Serpice and Gaston. The work is done." "And before even Clodoche or von Hetzler have arrived!" she replied excitedly.
"Gaston!" she cried, knowing from his wild look and the string of oaths and curses his followers were blurting out that something had gone amiss. "Gaston, mon coeur! Name of disaster! what is wrong?" "Everything is wrong!" he flung back excitedly. "That devil, that renegade, that fury, Cleek, the Cracksman, is here. He came to the rescue out of the very skies and all but killed Serpice!" "Cleek!"
"Serpice, you low-bred hound, I know you!" he whispered, as they struggled. "You can't utter a cry you shan't utter a cry to bring help. I'll throttle you, you beastly renegade, that's willing to sell his own country throttle you, do you hear? before you shall bring any of your mates to the rescue. Oh, you've not got a weak old man to fight with this time! Do you know me?
"Messieurs, my love mesdames et mademoiselles, my admiration," she cried, with a ripple of joy-mad laughter. "To the success of the Apaches, to the glory of four hundred thousand francs, and to the quick arrival of Serpice and Gaston."
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