Policemen now interfered. Galoret and two others with bloody heads were locked up, and then only did the chasseur remember his errand.
Coucou was waiting for this moment. He introduced himself to the policemen and offered to carry the letter himself. The policemen offered no opposition, Galoret thanked him, and Coucou satisfied his conscience with the maxim of Loyola, that "the end justifies the means."
"Now I can enter the Larsagny palace," he said to himself; "as the pasha they will admit me."
Coucou jumped into a carriage and told the coachman to drive to the Rue de Pelletier.
A quarter of an hour later a Bedouin clad all in white, whose brown complexion and coal-black eyes betrayed his Oriental origin, left the store of an elegant place in the Rue de Pelletier and, stepping into the coach which stood at the door, he cried to the coachman:
"Rue de Rivoli, Palais Larsagny!"
The horses started off, the carriage rolled along, and the Bedouin, in whose turban a ruby glittered, muttered to himself:
"One can get through the world with cheek!"