the prisoner number419 was in his damp dark cell, just a night bulb lit in the corridors casting dangerous long shadows, he was surprised when the warden addressed him courteously so politely , hearing himself being called Mr lawris sounded so strage to the french man 's ears who was in a british prison tight cell , caught in their territory with five hundred Kilo Grams of gold he was carrying as a french count"s son , though he was a french underworld master mind, brainy, intelligent , with complete command over many european languages , the warden arranges a decent meeting with two british generals who seek his help for stealing a german decoder , for the language germans were using to keep in touch with their fighting forces at the front against the british was recorded and monitored by the british to no use to them
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