Such were Tremorel's reflections. He recollected
a thousand futile attempts, a hundred surprising adventures,
narrated by the papers; and it is certain that he gave up the idea
of going abroad."
"It's clear," cried M. Plantat, "perfectly plain and precise. We
must look for the fugitives in France."
"Yes," replied M. Lecoq. "Now let's find out where and how people
can hide themselves in France. Would it be in the provinces?
Evidently not. In Bordeaux, one of our largest cities, people stare
at a man who is not a Bordelais. The shopkeepers on the quays say
to their neighbors: 'Eh! do you know that man?' There are two
cities, however, where a man may pass unnoticed--Marseilles and
Lyons; but both of these are distant, and to reach them a long
journey must be risked--and nothing is so dangerous as the railway
since the telegraph was established. One can fly quickly, it's
true; but on entering a railway carriage a man shuts himself in,
and until he gets out of it he remains under the thumb of the
police. Tremorel knows all this as well as we do. We will put all
the large towns, including Lyons and Marseilles, out of the
question.
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