They told me they came from the Sante." "You silly fool!" said Guerchard through his teeth.

"A fine lot of sense you've got." "Why, what's the matter ?" said Bonavent.
"We're done, done in the eye!" roared Guerchard.

"It's a stroke--a stroke--" "Of Lupin's!" interposed the Duke softly.
"But I don't understand," said Bonavent.
"You don't understand, you idiot!" cried Guerchard.

"You've sent Victoire away in a sham prison-van--a prison-van belonging to Lupin.
Oh, that scoundrel! He always has something up his sleeve." "He certainly shows foresight," said the Duke.

"It was very clever of him to foresee the arrest of Victoire and provide against it." "Yes, but where is the leakage?
Where is the leakage ?" cried Guerchard, fuming.