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“Search him,” he said to the two policemen.
I protested indignantly and said he had no
right to have me searched. He said it was not
only his right, it was, according to the police
regulations, his duty for my own protection.
The depôt was crowded with all sorts of ruffians,
he could not guarantee that any valuables in my
possession might not be stolen from me. I said
I had no valuables in my pocket except a small
sum of money which I handed him.
“Search him,” he repeated.
There was plenty of strength in me in those
days, two policemen had to hold me while a third
was searching me. Two gold repeaters, two old
Breguet watches and an English hunting watch
were found in my pockets.
Not a word was said to me, I was immediately
locked up in an evil-smelling cell. I sank down
on the mattress wondering what would happen
next. The right thing was of course to insist on
communicating with the Swedish Legation, but I
decided to wait till next morning. The door
opened to let in a sinister-looking individual half
Apache, half souteneur, who made me understand
at a glance the wisdom of the prison regulations
to have me searched.
“Cheer up, Charlie,” said the newcomer, “on
t’a pincé, eh? Don’t look so dejected, never
mind, you will be restored to society in twelve
months if you are lucky, and surely you must be
lucky or you would never have grabbed five
watches in one single day. Five watches!
Fichtre! I take my hat off to you, there is nothing
like you English!”
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