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The Bell and Bottle Tavern.

           Thebrigadier,calmanddignifiedasthelawherepresented,passedthroughthecrowd,withoutansweringthethousandquestionsaddressedtohim,andre-enteredthehotel.

           "Well?"askedthetwogendarmes.

           "Well,myboys,"saidthebrigadier,"thebrigandmustreallyhaveescapedearlythismorning;butwewillsendtotheVillers–CoteretsandNoyonroads,andsearchtheforest,whenweshallcatchhim,nodoubt."Thehonorablefunctionaryhadscarcelyexpressedhimselfthus,inthatintonationwhichispeculiartobrigadiersofthegendarmerie,whenaloudscream,accompaniedbytheviolentringingofabell,resoundedthroughthecourtofthehotel."Ah,whatisthat?"criedthebrigadier.

           "Sometravellerseemsimpatient,"saidthehost."Whatnumberwasitthatrang?"

           "Number3."

           "Run,waiter!"Atthismomentthescreamsandringingwereredoubled."Ah,"saidthebrigadier,stoppingtheservant,"thepersonwhoisringingappearstowantsomethingmorethanawaiter;wewillattenduponhimwithagendarme.WhooccupiesNumber3?"

           "Thelittlefellowwhoarrivedlastnightinapost-chaisewithhissister,andwhoaskedforanapartmentwithtwobeds."Thebellhererangforthethirdtime,withanothershriekofanguish.

           "Followme,Mr.Commissary!"saidthebrigadier;"treadinmysteps."

           "Waitaninstant,"saidthehost;"Number3hastwostaircasesinsideandoutside.

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