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we go march ... . on . '' CHAPTER XII . JERRY THE TELLER At midnight a small brougham stopped at the gates of the city hospital in Rouen . A short distance ahead , the lamps of a cab , drawn up at the curbing , made two dull orange sparks under the electric light swinging over the street . A cigarette described a brief parabola as it was tossed from the brougham , and a short young man jumped out and entered the gates , then paused and spoke to the driver of the cab . `` Did you bring Mr. Barrett here ? ''