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The Murderers

           

           Andindeed,somemorefaces,furiousandcontortedwithrage,showedthemselvesatthewindows,crying,

           “Escaped,gone,theyhavehelpedthemoff!”

           Andthepeopleinthestreetrepeated,withfearfulimprecations,

           “Escaped!gone!Afterthem,andcatchthem!”

           “Monseigneur,itseemsthatMynheerCorneliushasreallyescaped,”saidtheofficer.

           “Yes,fromprison,perhaps,butnotfromthetown;youwillsee,VanDeken,thatthepoorfellowwillfindthegateclosedagainsthimwhichhehopedtofindopen.”

           “Hasanorderbeengiventoclosethetowngates,Monseigneur?”

           “No,atleastIdonotthinkso;whocouldhavegivensuchanorder?”

           “Indeed,butwhatmakesyourHighnesssuppose?”

           “Therearefatalities,”Monseigneurreplied,inanoffhandmanner;“andthegreatestmenhavesometimesfallenvictimstosuchfatalities.”

           Atthesewordstheofficerfelthisbloodruncold,assomehoworotherhewasconvincedthattheprisonerwaslost.

           Atthismomenttheroarofthemultitudebrokeforthlikethunder,foritwasnowquitecertainthatCorneliusdeWittwasnolongerintheprison.

           CorneliusandJohn,afterdrivingalongthepond,hadtakenthemainstreet,whichleadstotheTol-Hek,givingdirectionstothecoachmantoslackenhispace,inordernottoexciteanysuspicion.

           Butwhen,onhavingproceededhalf-waydownthatstreet,themanfeltthathehadlefttheprisonanddeathbehind,andbeforehimtherewaslifeandliberty,heneglectedeveryprecaution,andsethishorsesoffatagallop.

           Allatoncehestopped.

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