"Thank God you have come, Monsieur Vidocq," cried Robeckal to the official; "the time was becoming rather long for me."
"I am sorry that I have kept you waiting," replied Vidocq, quietly; "but there were certain formalities to be settled, and I—"
"Ah! no doubt in regard to the money?" said Robeckal, laughing. "Have you brought the yellow birds along?"
"Slowly, slowly—first let me inform you that the death sentence has been torn up."
"Really? I did not expect anything else."
"You do not say so," observed the official, ironically. "Then you already know your fate?"
"Yes, I am going to England and from there to America."
"I don't know anything about that; my information is that you will not leave France."
Robeckal's face became a shade paler, still he did not lose courage.
"Where am I to be sent?" he hastily asked.