"I should like to see some of your work," said Jack.
"I thought you would," said Lenoir, with a quiet chuckle.
Lenoir led the way into the next cellar or cavern, and here they came suddenly upon a complete change of scene.
Here they saw a furnace, with melting pots, bars of metal, moulds, files, batteries, and all the necessary accessories for the manufacture of medals.
Upon a flat stone slab was a pile of medals, all of the same pattern precisely.
"Just examine those, Mr. Harkaway," said Pierre Lenoir, "and tell me what you think them."
Jack put his finger through the glittering heap, and they fell to the table with a bright clear ring that considerably astonished him.
"Why, they are silver!"
Lenoir smiled.
"Very good, aren"t they?"
"Very!"
Jack here made a discovery, upon examining them more closely.
"They are five-franc pieces!" he said, with a puzzled expression.
"Of course they are--and beauties they are too!"
"There"s not much risk in getting rid of those, I should say?"
"Risk!" iterated Harry Girdwood.
"Aye!"
"Why risk?"
"I mean that no one could detect the difference very easily. Why, they deceived you," he added, turning to Jack, with an air of conscious pride.
"Upon my life, I don"t understand what you mean," said Jack.
Lenoir looked serious for a moment.
Then he burst out into a boisterous fit of merriment.
"You are really over-cautious, young gentleman," he said.
"Over-cautious?"
"Why, yes--why, yes. Wherefore this reserve? Why should you pretend not to understand? Don"t you see," he added, with a cunning leer, "that I can make these medals as perfectly as they can at the Hotel de la Monnaie, our French Mint?"
"So I see," said Jack.
A faint light began to dawn upon Harry Girdwood--not too soon, the reader will say.
"It is rather a dangerous pastime, Mr. Lenoir, this medalling fancy of yours," he said.
"No," said Lenoir, pointedly, "the danger is not there; the danger of this pastime, as you call it, is in disposing of my beautiful medals."
"Dear me, sir," said Mr. Mole. "Do you sell them?"
"Yes."
"How much?"
"The five-franc pieces two francs and a half," replied Lenoir, "and so on throughout until we get up to the louis, the twenty-franc pieces; those I can do for seven francs. You can pa.s.s them without risk."
This told all.
Jack and his friends were astounded.
"Are you making us overtures to join you in pa.s.sing bad money?"
demanded young Jack.
"Not bad money," returned Lenoir, "very good money--all my own make."
"It is very evident that you do not know us," said Harry Girdwood, "and so are considerably mistaken. Why you have brought us here and placed yourself in our power, it is utterly beyond me to understand."
Lenoir stared.
"What!"
"The position is most embarra.s.sing," said Jack. "To do our duty would be to repay by great ingrat.i.tude your kindness in guiding us about the town, for we ought to denounce you to the police authorities."
This speech partook of the nature of a threat and Pierre Lenoir was up in an instant.
"The worst day"s work of your life would be that," he said, fiercely.
"No man plays traitor to Pierre Lenoir a second time."
"Traitor is a wrong term," said Jack; "we are not sworn to share such confidences as yours. We shall leave you now, but----"
"Stop!"
They were moving towards the entrance when Lenoir sprang before them, and whipped out a brace of revolvers.
The position grew exciting and unpleasant.
"Stand out of the way, and let us pa.s.s," exclaimed Jack, impetuously.
"Don"t come any nearer," said Lenoir, with quiet determination, "for I warn you that it would be dangerous. You can"t move from this place until you have made terms with me."