While Fongereues, crushed under the weight of his remorse, was thus announcing his last wishes, another scene was taking place in the hospital. Gudel and Bobichel had applied for Fanfar's body.
"Too late!" answered the concierge. And the two men heard with consternation that Fanfar had been taken away. And where? No one knew.
Delay was inevitable. Gudel and the former clown went out into the street and there abandoned themselves to their distress.
CHAPTER XLI.
VIDOCQ, THE CHIEF OF POLICE.
To be condemned to death cannot be a very pleasant feeling, and Robeccal, though assured that he should not suffer, was naturally very uneasy. He did his best to keep up his courage, hoping every minute that some one would appear and furnish him with the means of leaving France. Finally the door opened, and Vidocq himself, the Chief of Police, entered.
Robeccal, in a state of suppressed delight, had the audacity to wink at him.
"At last!" said the prisoner. "Really, sir, I think I have had about enough of this. When am I to leave France?"