Robert Macaire; Or, the French Bandit in England (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1871 Excerpt: ...if she knew that such an allusion had been made to her as my wife. Ah t ah P "Now, then, to business," cried Macaire impatiently. "I tell you what it is, Martigny--I must escape this very night " And throwing himself into one of his favourite attitudes, he caught his thumbs in the arm-holes of his waistcoat, and looked his companion steadfastly in the face. "To-night " repeated Martigny; "that is somewhat sudden intelligence. Where does this window look?" "Upon the quay," answered Macaire; " and this, you will recollect, is the ground-floor." "What height is the window from the pavement outside?" "About ten feet, I should imagine: the quay is lower than the level of the cell." "What is your plan?" demanded Martigny. "To escape by the window," answered Macaire "It will be your business to see that the sentr; does not interfere with us." "Would it not be more easy to overpower the gaoler, and manage the thing in that way?" asked Martigny. "There are municipal guards about the entrance to the prison, and in the court of the Palace of Justice, all night," objected Macaire, taking a pinch of his companion's snuff. "Then let the plan be decided in favour of the window," exclaimed Martigny. "Give your own directions, and they shall be attended to. You know that what I promise, I perform; and the moment your note reached the baker's, I resolved that you should not sleep another night in prison. Now go on" "Listen to mo, then," said Macaire. "You will proceed to the Royal Post-house, and procure horses for a carriage which you must hire of the individual in our pay, in the" "1 know which street...