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Sir Fred was tortured in the Paris police station far more than he could have imagined, and he finally learned the iron side of the amiable Princess Mathilde. Director Espinas personally tortured and interrogated Sir Fred, forcing him to find out who was behind the plot to frame Garion. However, no matter how many times he was pressed, the answer to Director Espinas was always that of Sir Fred alone.

At this time, Jazz was beaten in the cell, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his desperate cries were heard throughout the prison, and he never understood why he was thrown back by Garryan.

Obviously, he is the beneficiary of all the schemes, why did he become a prisoner.

Director Espinas personally interrogated him, and his fists hurt. Finally compelled to report to Her Royal Highness the Princess, he did not extract any useful information from Sir Fred's mouth.

"Sir Fred was tight-mouthed, and he would rather be tortured himself than betray his employer. I think they may be the conservative aristocrats behind Paris, otherwise Sir Fred has no reason to be killed. ”

Director Espinas reported the latest situation to Princess Mathilde, and he said cautiously, "Her Royal Highness Princess Mathilde, what should we do now?" If the torture continues to recruit, I am afraid that Sir Fred will not be able to support it. ”

Princess Mathilde clasped her hands around her chest and said in a cold voice, "Since his mouth is impermeable, then you can use the torture instrument to cut a slit for me, and I don't care how tight his mouth is, I will see the list by the day after tomorrow at the latest." Director Espinas, you can do whatever you think is possible, you don't have to report to me, I just want the result, not the process. As long as the information is out, even if he dies in prison, someone will clean up the mess for you. ”

Director Espinas did not look up, but he could even imagine the embarrassed face of Her Royal Highness the Princess from the cold voice, although the Bonaparte royal family did not express its position on the surface, in fact, deep down they had been paying attention to this battle of public opinion.

They wanted to see who was behind the secret opposition to the rule of the Bonapartes.

Now that Princess Mathilde has spoken, there is no reason for Director Espinas to continue to show mercy.

"I will submit a satisfactory answer to Her Royal Highness."

Director Espinas nodded, ready to leave the mansion on Rue de Cusell, although it was only a dozen degrees outside, but he felt that Princess Mathilde's room was like a cold ice cellar. When Her Royal Highness the Princess uttered her last words, it was like a death sentence.

"Remember, we only need answers, not processes. What to do with Sir Fred was left to the Paris police, and the Bonapartes would not bother. Also, find a way to find Garian and never let him leave France! ”

Two difficult tasks fell on Director Espinas, who twisted his shoulders and muttered to himself, "I hope Sir Fred will soon explain who is behind the scenes, and suffer less torture." Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive tomorrow. The Bonaparte royal family is here for real this time. ”

Getting Fred to open his mouth wasn't the hardest test, the hardest was finding Garian's whereabouts. The whole area of France is so big, how can you find someone who is deliberately incognito?

"Lord Garion, show up quickly. If it doesn't show up, the whole of Paris will be unlucky! ”

While Sir Fred was tormented and Director Espinas was trying to find his whereabouts, Garion had already taken the train to the final station, Dunkirk.

Here he will take a ship to Great Britain.

For the sake of prudence, after leaving the train station, he also went to a street newspaper to buy newspapers, wanting to know how Paris was doing.

Garion asked Madame Balanchi to stand aside and wait for him, and then pretended to be calm and walked up to the newspaper and bought a copy of the largest local newspaper in Dunkirk.

In the mid-19th century, telegraphs had already appeared, and although news reports were slightly delayed, major news would still be telegraphed and quickly communicated to the whole country the next day.

Garion flipped through the newspaper quickly, then his brow tightened. After reading the newspaper, he put his coat in his hand, pretended to be calm and walked to Balanchi's side, and whispered, "Let's go." ”

Seeing Garion's serious expression, Lady Balanchi also realized that something was wrong, and let Garion take her hand and head in the direction of the docks. When he left, he whispered, "What's wrong?" ”

Garion didn't look back, and whispered, "The matter has been revealed, and now I'm being looked for everywhere, and France is no longer safe." ”

Mrs. Balanchi said worriedly, "Then what shall we do?" ”

"Don't worry, it's just one last step, we have to get to London as soon as possible, and the moment we get on the ship, they won't be able to find us again."

Holding the warm palm of the other party's hand, Mrs. Balanchi felt that as long as the man in front of her was there, the sky would not fall.

Orlantz also got off the train, and when he heard Garian heading to the docks, he said that he was going to the same destination as the other party.

There was no way, so Garion had to ride a carriage with the three of them to the port.

After getting out of the carriage, Garion immediately went to the ticket office and bought two tickets for the fastest trip to Great Britain. With everything in order, he went to Professor Orlantz and handed him the newspaper he had just bought, where he said goodbye.

"Leave here, Professor Orlanz, for we are about to board the ship and leave France."

Faced with the sudden parting, Professor Orlanz said in surprise, "Wait, isn't it a trip to Dunkirk?" ”

Seeing this, Mrs. Balanchi hurriedly stood up and explained, "I bought a ferry ticket because I wanted to make a temporary decision to go to Great Britain, but I am glad to meet Professor Orlantz. I hope to meet the professor again next time. ”

"Okay......"

Professor Orlantz was a little disappointed, but said, "Goodbye." ”

Garian picked up his luggage and prepared to board the cruise ship, saying to the professor in front of him, "Goodbye, Professor Orlantz. By the way, you can take a look at that newspaper when you go back, and the news in it is very interesting. ”

"Okay, goodbye."

Professor Orlantz waved at him, too busy saying goodbye to Garian to flip through the newspaper.

Garian took Balanchi's hand and stepped onto the ship, and the two stood on deck, waving goodbye to Professor Orlantz.

At that moment, the old professor, who was standing on the pier, finally remembered where he had seen the appearance of "Trotsky".

It was at that school fundraiser, when he stood under the stage, watching the young people standing on the podium in front of reporters scolding those filthy villains who slandered him, and issued a rebuttal and challenge to all the criticized public opinion.

I didn't delve into it because of the other party's denial, but now that I think of his every move, I am full of suspicions!

The biting sea breeze whipped his face, ruffling the neatly groomed silver threads, and the white spray of the waves crashing on the dock wet his trouser legs. However, Professor Orlanz was still immersed in the shock and did not come back to his senses for a long time.

He looked at the familiar face, and his heart couldn't calm down for a long time. He finally understood why the other party asked him to open the newspaper at the end!

Yes!

The guy standing on the deck of the ship and waving goodbye to himself is clearly Galion!

He suddenly remembered the newspaper that the other party had stuffed into him and the last word of advice, and when the ship left the port, he hurriedly opened the front page of the newspaper, only to see a news written on it that shocked him to the core.

When he looked up, the ship was already drifting away, slowly turning into a tiny black dot on the clear blue sea. There is not even a chance to question the identity of the other party.

[The Parisian literati have been questioned about their identity as revolutionaries, and have now fled from Paris and their whereabouts are unknown. 】