The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 192: what you’re looking at

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—— THE SECOND JOURNEY 175 a post-chaise for the purpose of prosecuting his journey toward the capital of Lombardy, and now it was that the spy who had so unweariedly pursued him was enabled to carry into effect the instructions he had received ere leaving England. For, by means oi bribing the postilions, he induced them to take the road toward the French frontier instead of that leading in the direction of Milan; and as Jocelyn was a perfect stranger to the route and was, moreover, absorbed in his reflections, he did not immediately notice that the vehicle was pursuing a southwestern instead of a southeastern direction. Nor were his suspicions excited until the chaise stopped in about an hour at a little town where the well- known uniforms of the French custom-house officers immedi- ately met his eyes. Then it immediately-struck him that either some strange mistake had been made, or some foul treachery practised, and on inquiring the name of the place, he was informed that it was Les Echelles, a town on the French frontier. His passport was demanded, and with a sore misgiving did he produce it, for he now beheld a certain English traveller whom he had seen at one or two points during his journey prompting the custom-house officers in their present pro- ceeding. We need not inform the reader that this “ certain ) Englishman ’’ was the spy of the conspirators, but we may hasten to observe that Jocelyn was at once taken into cus- tody on the double charge of travelling with a passport made out in a false name, and having escaped from the prefecture of police in Paris. Remonstrance was of course ineffectual, and our young hero was borne off to the prison at Grenoble a large and celebrated French town at a distance of about thirty miles from Les Echelles. He was not, however, treated with any rudeness or unnecessary harshness, and inasmuch as before he leit Eng- . land he had taken the precaution of having the Princess Sophia’s letter sewn in the lining of his coat, 1t now escaped detection when he was required to produce the contents of his pockets. No stricter personal search than this was macs by the officers, and thus the cherished credential passed not away from his possession at the same time with the other papers which were taken from him. Behold, then, Jocelyn Loftus once more a prisoner in France, a captive, too, at the instance of those same con- COMMICLOO eS) (C(O)