the hall-lamp. The guardian entered, Brujon was put in a solitary cell for a month, but they were not able to seize what he had written. The police learned nothing further about it.
What is certain is, that on the following morning, a “postilion” was flung from the Charlemagne yard into the Lions’ Ditch, over the five-story building which separated the two courtyards.
What prisoners call a “postilion” is a pallet of bread artistically moulded, which is sent “into Ireland,” that is to say, over the roofs of a prison, from one courtyard to another. Etymology: over England; from one land to another; “into Ireland.” This little pellet falls in the yard. The man who picks it up opens it and finds in it a note addressed to some prisoner in that yard. If it is a prisoner who finds the treasure, he forwards the note to its destination; if it is a keeper, or one of the prisoners secretly sold who are called “sheep” in prisons and “foxes” in the galleys, the note is taken to the office and handed over to the police.