The Son Of Monte Cristo Part 58 (2/2)

To be conde, and Robeccal, though assured that he should not suffer, was naturally very uneasy He did his best to keep up his courage, hoping every minute that so France

Finally the door opened, and Vidocq himself, the Chief of Police, entered

Robeccal, in a state of suppressed delight, had the audacity to wink at him

”At last!” said the prisoner ”Really, sir, I think I have had about enough of this When am I to leave France?”

”I think, my dear sir,” answered Vidocq, in a somewhat sarcastic voice, ”that you will not leave France”

”Ah! I aned to you in a htful climate”

”And where may that be? What is the name of the place?”

”You will have no difficulty in re it, I fancy Toulon is the name”

”Toulon!” repeated Robeccal, his eyes fairly starting froed You are condemned, not to death, but to imprisonment for life”

Robeccal tried to smile It was a joke, of course, but he did not like it

”My dear sir,” continued Vidocq, calmly and politely, ”You are a scoundrel, and you accepted a base role You think we have broken faith with you, but faith can not be kept with creatures like yourself”

Robeccal protested and raved, all to no purpose

Vidocq went to the door and called; four men, each Hercules, appeared

”Take this felloay,” said Vidocq, ”he is to go with the other prisoners to Toulon in the an to curse and swear

”You will gag him,” added Vidocq, ”it is better Good-bye, Monsieur Robeccal, I don't think we are likely to ain!”

Vidocq looked on with a satirical smile while Robeccal was carried off

Some months later he endeavored to make his escape from Toulon, and was shot

CHAPTER XLII

TO THOSE WHO LOVE FANFAR

Night was co sun shone on the water at Havre