'I tell you once for all, there is no such thing as an escape possible,' said the spy, firmly.
'Why need you tell me what I have not asked? You are a turnkey at the Conciergerie?'
'I am sometimes.'
'You can be when you choose?'
'I can pass in and out when I choose.'
Sydney Corton filled another glass with brandy, poured it slowly out upon the hearth, and watched it as it dropped. It being all spent, he said, rising:
'So far, we have spoken before these two, because it was as well that the merits of the cards should not rest solely between you and me. Come into the dark room here, and let us have one final word alone.'
THE GAME MADE
WHILE Sydney Carton and the Sheep of the prisons were in the adjoining dark room, speaking so low that not a sound was heard, Mr. Lorry looked at Jerry in considerable doubt and mistrust. That honest tradesman's manner of receiving the look, did not inspire confidence; he changed the leg on which he rested, as often as if he had fifty of those limbs, and were trying them all; he examined his finger-nails with a very questionable closeness of attention; and whenever Mr. Lorry's eye caught his, he was taken with that peculiar kind of short cough requiring the hollow of a hand before it, which is seldom, if ever, known to be an infirmity attendant on perfect openness of character.
' Jerry,' said Mr. Lorry. 'Come here.'
Mr. Cruncher came forward sideways, with one of his shoulders in advance of him.
'What have you been, besides a messenger?'
After some cogitation, accompanied with an intent look at his