"The van had been waiting at the door since half-past nine."
"Since half-past nine? . . . But I told them I shouldn't want it till a quarter to eleven. I suppose they were making an effort to be in time for once. Well, it doesn't matter," said Guerchard.
"Then I suppose I'd better send the other prison-van away?" said Bonavent.
"What other van?" said Guerchard.
"The van which has just arrived," said Bonavent.
"What! What on earth are you talking about?" cried Guerchard, with a sudden anxiety in his voice and on his face.
"Didn't you order two prison-vans?" said Bonavent.
Guerchard jumped; and his face went purple with fury and dismay. "You don't mean to tell me that two prison-vans have been here?" he cried.
"Yes, sir," said Bonavent.
"Damnation!" cried Guerchard. "In which of them did you put Victoire? In which of them?"
"Why, in the first, sir," said Bonavent.
"Did you see the police in charge of it? The coachman?"
