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The boys dashed into a narrow alley that ended in a brick wall. They tried to change direction, but before they could escape, Deuzy blocked the entrance
so there was no way out. She blasted her horn to draw the gendarmes closer. “You’re under arrest,” one policeman cried when they arrived. The
other reached into a boy’s pocket and pulled out a handful of gold medals. “You scoundrel,” he scolded, shaking his baton.
“It wasn’t the flowers they were after,” Luc whispered to Deuzy. She, equally surprised, blinked her headlights.