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The Jew again thoughtfully rubbed his chin. He looked at the money in his hand, then at his stern interlocutor, and at Desgas, who had stood silently behind him all this while. After a moments pause, he said deliberately, I accept. Go and wait outside then, said Chauvelin, and remember to stick to your bargain, or by Heaven, I will keep to mine. With a final, most abject and cringing bow, the old Jew shuffled out of the room. Chauvelin seemed pleased with his interview, for he rubbed his hands together, with that usual gesture of his, of malignant satisfaction. My coat and boots, he said to Desgas at last. Desgas went to the door, and apparently gave the necessary orders, for presently a soldier entered, carrying Chauvelins coat, boots, and hat. He took off his soutane, beneath which he was wearing close-fitting breeches and a cloth waistcoat, and began changing his attire. You, citoyen, in the meanwhile, he said to Desgas. go back to Captain Jutley as fast as you can, and tell him to let you have another dozen men, and bring them with you along the St. Martin Road, where I daresay you will soon overtake the Jews cart with myself in it. There will be hot work presently, if I mistake not, in the Père Blanchards hut. We shall corner our game there, Ill warrant, for this impudent Scarlet Pimpernel has had the audacityor the stupidity, I hardly know whichto adhere to his original plans. He has gone to meet de Tournay. St. Just and the other traitors, which for the moment, I thought, perhaps, he did not intend to do. When we find them, there will be a band of desperate men at bay. Some of our men will, I presume, be put hors de combat. These royalists are good swordsmen, and the Englishman is devilish cunning, and looks very powerful. Still, we shall be five against one at least. You can follow the cart closely with your men, all along the St. Martin Road, through Miquelon. The Englishman is ahead of us, and not likely to look behind him. Whilst he gave these curt and concise orders, he had completed his change of attire. The priests costume had been laid aside, and he was once more dressed in his usual dark, tight-fitting clothes. At last he took up his hat. I shall have an interesting prisoner to deliver into your hands, he said with a chuckle, as with unwonted familiarity he took Desgas arm, and led him towards the door. We wont kill him outright, eh, friend Desgas? The Père Blanchards hut isan I mistake nota lonely spot upon the beach, and our men will enjoy a bit of rough sport there with the wounded fox. Choose your men well, friend Desgas of the sort who would enjoy that type of sporteh? We must see that Scarlet Pimpernel wither a bitwhat?shrink and tremble, eh? before we finally He made an expressive gesture, whilst he laughed a low, evil laugh, which filled Marguerites soul with sickening horror. Choose your men well, Citoyen Desgas, he said once more, as he led his secretary finally out of the room. |
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