When they were brought up before the judge for examination, they protested their innocence, and told the simple truth.
But this did not avail them.
Herbert Murray had prepared the way for their statements to be regarded as falsehoods.
By this means, when Jack protested that his name was Harkaway, it went clearly against him, inasmuch as it corroborated what Murray had said.
So they were remanded, one and all, and sent back to the cells.
Mr. Mole"s indignation could not be subdued.
"These people are worse than savages!" he exclaimed; "but we"ll let them know. They shall make us ample reparation for this indignity."
He talked threateningly of the British amba.s.sador, and made all kinds of threats.
But he was poohpoohed by the authorities.
Harry Girdwood was the only one of the party who kept his coolness.
He put forth his request with so much earnestness, to be allowed to see the English consul, that his request was granted at once.
He drew up a letter and entrusted it to the gaoler, who promised to have it forwarded.
Now this became known to Herbert Murray, and he then saw that he had still a task of no ordinary difficulty before him--that it was not sufficient alone to have his hated enemies arrested.
The greater difficulty by far was to keep them now that he had secured them.
In this crisis he once more consulted with his worthless servant and confederate, Chivey.
"Our next job," said Chivey, doubtfully, "is to get at the gaoler, and stop the letter he has received from reaching its destination."
"How would you set to work?" demanded his master.
"You do what you can inside," said Chivey, "and I"ll lay in wait for the messenger with the letter outside in case you fail."
"Good."
"You can buy that gaoler," said the tiger.
"I will."
"Do so. Your task is the easier of the two. Ten francs ought to square him."
"It ought," said Murray; "but I question if it will."
Murray was doomed to a sad disappointment in his operations, for do what he would, he could not "get at" the man charged with delivering the Harkaways" letters.
But he contrived to ascertain who the man was, and to give a description of him to the tiger.
Chivey saw the man come out of the prison, and he thought over various plans for getting hold of the letter which he knew that he must be carrying.
His first idea was to go up to him and address him straight off upon the subject; but this would not do.
The messenger would in all probability take the alarm.
He next had an idea of following up the messenger, and after giving him a crack on the head, rifling his pockets.
This idea he abandoned even sooner than the first, and this for sundry wholesome reasons.
Firstly, the man"s road did not lead him into any sufficiently quiet places for such an attempt.
Secondly, the man was a tough-looking customer, and an awkward fellow to tackle.
And thirdly--but the second reason sufficed to send Chivey"s mind away from all ideas of violence.
No; deeds of daring were not at all in Chivey"s line.
He had a notion, however, and this was to go as fast as he could to the British consul"s, and there to be ready for the messenger when he came.
His plans were not more matured than this; but chance seemed to very much favour this precious pair of youthful scamps--for the time being, at any rate.
Chivey timed his own arrival at the consul"s residence, so as to be there just a few minutes in advance of the prison messenger.
The servant who admitted him was an Englishman, and told Chivey that his master was particularly engaged just then, and would not be visible for some considerable time.
"Be so good as to ask when I can see your master," said Chivey, with an air of lofty condescension.
"I must not disturb him now," said the servant.
"He will be very vexed with you if you don"t," returned Chivey, "when he knows my business."
The servant being only impressed with this threat, went off at once to obey the insidious tiger, who of course was not in livery.
Barely had the consul"s servant disappeared, when the messenger from the prison entered.
Chivey recognised him instantly.
"_Une lettre pour Monsieur le Consul_," said the messenger.
Chivey held out his hand, and the man, taking it for granted that Chivey belonged to the consular establishment, gave it to him.
"_Il y a une reponse_--there is an answer," said the messenger.
"It will be forwarded," returned Chivey, with cool presence of mind.