A DEEP-LAID PLOT.
The news of the escape, or rescue—call it what you will—of the three desperadoes soon became known.
Emily and Mrs. Harvey were much alarmed.
The dogged obstinacy with which attempt after attempt was made by the villains made them imagine they were unsafe in such a lonely place.
Accordingly, a grand consultation was held, the result of which was that the Prince of Limbi was sent into the town to take rooms for the whole party at one of the two hotels the place could boast of.
And the next day they all quitted the villa.
The hotel in which our friends had secured apartments was a large straggling building, right at the extremity of the ill-built street which formed the chief part of the town.
Mr. Mole had been very particular when they went there in his inquiries about the brigands.
Would the party be quite safe from molestation?
The urbane proprietor, with many low bows, assured his excellency the Englishman that there was not the slightest possibility of their being molested.