"Murder! assassin!" he shouted at the top of his voice, and, shutting the door in my face, he bolted it inside.
I had not time to amuse myself by breaking open his door.
"Quick, quick!" I said to M. Quinette; "the enemy is in retreat; let us go on!"
I ran off axe in hand to the church of Saint-Jean. I had not gone a hundred yards before I again heard M. Jousselin's voice, whose maledictions reached me across that distance. He was at his window, endeavouring to rouse the population against me. M. Quinette had prudently disappeared.
I did not see him again until 1851, in Brussels. If, at Soissons, I found he left too soon, he made up for it afterwards at Brussels, where it seems to me he stayed too long; for, after the 2nd of December, he waited for them to send him his dismissal as ambassador to the Republic....
I did not worry about the excise-storekeeper or the hostile attitude of the populace, but continued on my way to the magazine. Bard was at his post this time.
"Well," Lieutenant-Colonel d'Orcourt asked me, "have you leave from M. Jousselin?"
"No," I replied, "but I have the key of the powder shed!"
I produced the axe, and at this juncture Hutin arrived.
"Well," I said, "what has your Dr. Missa done?"