“There he is now!” Jimmy had sighted Henri coming out of the house. Then:
“Why, he looks like he had just fallen off a Christmas tree.”
Henri certainly did look as if some great joy had crowned him.
“Boys, that sealed packet was all a frame-up, arranged by Captain Johnson and that splendid gentleman at Calais. But it is simply the finest kind of a frame-up that you could imagine.”
Henri reached out his hands to his comrades lolling in the cab.
“Come, climb out.”
Then to Armand:
“My friend, I thank you for your good company and your good service. No—not a word.”
Henri had slipped something into Armand’s hand.
As the cabs rolled away, Henri marshaled his friends to the lion-guarded entrance of the house.