Detective and mystery stories, English; Police -- Fiction; Short stories
"Well, that's right enough: and now how much discount do you charge?"
"I will tell you when I see the securities."
Levasseur rose without another word, and left the apartment. He was gone
about ten minutes, and on his return, deliberately counted out the
stolen Bank of England notes and bills of Exchange. Jackson got up from
his chair, peered close to them, and began noting down the amounts in
his pocket-book. I also rose, and pretended to be looking at a picture
by the fire-place. The moment was a nervous one, as the signal had been
agreed upon, and could not now be changed or deferred. The clerk Dubarle
also hastily rose, and eyed Jackson with flaming but indecisive looks.
The examination of the securities was at length terminated, and Jackson
began counting the Bank of England notes aloud--"One--two--three--four--FIVE!"
As the signal word passed his lips, he threw himself upon Le Breton, who
sat next to him; and at the same moment I passed one of my feet between
Dubarle's, and with a dexterous twist hurled him violently on the floor;
another instant and my grasp was on the throat of Levasseur, and my
pistol at his ear. "Hurrah!" we both shouted with eager excitement; and
before either of the villains could recover from his surprise, or indeed
perfectly comprehend what had happened, Levasseur and Le Breton were
hand-cuffed, and resistance was out of the question. Young Dubarle was
next easily secured.
Levasseur, the instant he recovered the use of his faculties, which the
completeness and suddenness of the surprise and attack had paralysed,
yelled like a madman with rage and anger, and but for us, would, I
verily believe, have dashed his brains out against the walls of the
room. The other two were calmer, and having at last thoroughly pinioned
and secured them, and carefully gathered up the recovered plunder, we
left Oak Cottage in triumph, letting ourselves out, for the
woman-servant had gone off, doubtless to acquaint her mistress with the
disastrous turn affairs had taken. No inquiry was made after either of
them.
An hour afterwards the prisoners were securely locked up, and I hurried
to acquaint M. Bellebon with the fortunate issue of our enterprise. His
exultation, it will be readily believed, was unbounded; and I left him
busy with letters to the firm, and doubtless one to "cette chère et
aimable Louise," announcing the joyful news.
The prisoners, after a brief trial, which many readers of this narrative
may perhaps remember, were convicted of felonious conspiracy, and were
all sentenced to ten years' transportation. Le Breton's sentence, the
judge told him, would have been for life, but for the contrition he had
exhibited shortly before his apprehension.
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