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<h2>XIV</h2> <h3>FLIGHT THROUGH THE NIGHT</h3> Scarcely had Loupart received Josephine in his arms, as she jumped from the carriage, than he strenuously urged his companions to make haste. "Now, then, boys, off we go, and quickly, too! Josephine, pick up your skirts and get a move on!" It was a dark night, without moon, favourable to the robber's plans. For a good fifteen minutes the ill-omened crew continued their retreat by forced march. From time to time Loupart questioned the "Beard": "This the way?" The other nodded assent: "Keep on, we'll get there." At length they descried the white ribbon of a road winding up the side of the low hill and vanishing in the distance into a small wood. "There's the track," declared the Beard.[Pg 108] "To Dijon?" "No, to Verrez." "That's a good thing; now, stop and listen to me." Loupart sat down on the grass and addressed them. "It's been a good stroke, friends, but unfortunately it's not finished yet. They took precautions we couldn't foresee. We have only part of the fat. We share up to-morrow evening." He was answered by growls of disappointment. "I said to-morrow evening," he repeated. "Those who aren't satisfied with that can stay away. There'll be all the more for the others. Now, we must separate. Josephine, you, the Beard and I will get back together. There's work for us in Paris. The others scatter and take care not to get pinched; be back in the nest by ten." Loupart motioned to the Beard and Josephine to follow him. "Show us the way, Beard." "Where to?" "The telegraph office." "What's up?" "Why, you idiot," replied Loupart, "we've been robbed! The wine-dealer's notes are only halves! The swine insured himself for nothing."[Pg 109] The Beard broke out into recriminations. "To have a hundred and fifty notes in your pocket, and they good for nothing! There was no such thing as Providence! It was sickening." "Come, don't get angry, two halves will make a whole." "You know where to lay hands on the rest?" "Yes, old man." "That's our job to-morrow evening? That's why you're chasing to the telegraph office?" Loupart clenched his fists. "That and something else; there's bigger game afoot." "What?" "Juve." "Oh, the devil!" murmured the Beard, divided between pleasure and fear. "You've got the beggar?" "I have." "Sure?" "Sure." The little group moved forward in silence. At length Josephine began to tire. "Say, have we much further to go?" "No," replied the Beard. "Verrez village is behind that hill. The main road runs by the row of poplars."[Pg 110] "All right. Go and wait there with Josephine. I'll catch you up in a quarter of an hour," ordered Loupart. "I've a wire to send off." His acolytes gone, Loupart resumed his way. As a measure of precaution, he took off his jacket, turned it inside out and put it on again. The jacket was a trick one: the lining was a different colour and the pockets differently placed. On reaching Verrez, Loupart turned round. From the top of the little hill he could see, in the distance, the reddening flames. "That's going all right," thought the wretch; "the Simplon express has run into the cars. There must be a fine mix-up there." Reaching the post-office at last, he seized a blank and wrote on it hastily: <blockquote>"Juve, Inspector of Safety, 142 Rue Bonaparte, Paris. All is well; found gang complete, including Loupart. Robbery committed but failed. Cannot give details. Be at Bercy Stores alone, but armed, to-morrow at eleven at night, near the Kessler House cellars. </blockquote> "Fandor." The clerk held out her hand to take the message. The bandit was extremely polite. "Be so good as to pay special attention to this[Pg 111] message. Read it over, madam. You grasp the importance of it? You see it must be kept absolutely secret. I rely on you." Ten minutes' quick walking brought Loupart once more to Josephine and the Beard. "Hullo!" he cried. "Anything new?" "Nothing." "Josephine, go down the hill and the first motor that passes, set to and howl; call 'help' and 'murder'; got to stop it. Be off! Look sharp!" Some minutes passed. The two men watched Josephine go down the road and hide in one of the ditches. "Your barker is ready, Beard?" "Six plugs, Loupart." "Good! You go to the right, I to the left." Loupart had scarcely given these orders, when, on the horizon, a bright gleam became visible, growing larger every minute, while the noise of a motor broke the silence of the open country. Loupart laughed. "Look, Beard. Acetylene lamps, eh? That car will do our job splendidly." An automobile was fast nearing them. As it passed by Josephine, she rushed into the road, uttering piercing cries. "Help! Murder! Have pity! Stop!"[Pg 112] With a hasty movement the chauffeur, taken aback by the sight of a woman rising unexpectedly on the lonely road, made a dash at his brakes. Meanwhile from the inside of the car a traveller leaned out. "What is it? What's the matter?" As the car was about to stop, Loupart and the Beard rushed out. "You take the passenger!" cried the former; "I'll attend to the chauffeur." The two brigands sprang on the footboards. "No tricks, or I'll shoot! Josephine, truss these fowls for me!" cried Loupart. Josephine took a roll of cord from her lover's pocket and tied the two victims firmly while Loupart gagged them. "Now, Beard, take them into the field and give them a rap on the head to keep them quiet." Then he got into the car and skilfully turned it round. When Josephine and the Beard were on board, he got under way at full speed with a grim smile. "And, now, Juve, it's between us two!" <hr style="width: 65%;"/>[Pg 113] <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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