That worthy has drawn his knife from its sheath. The others have made ready their revolvers. Only Chanot has the education and the strength of will to keep a hold upon himself--which in turn gives him a hold upon his comrades.
A stern gesture bade them put up their arms. They must play out their parts and follow his lead. In the study they found lights, a fire, and tier upon tier of books climbing to the ceiling--a marvellous place, undreamed of by any of them. But where were the bags of coin, the wallets stuffed with bank-notes with which they were to flee across the wilderness of the Camargue?
"Seat yourselves, gentlemen, a welcome to you," said the host. "You are well out of the trouble and safe with me."
And he set before them meat and drink, such as he could find in the cupboards of Saunders McKie.
"I do not disturb my servants for what I can do myself," he added smilingly, "but you are welcome and--here is Madame Keller and her daughter Alida--which means that our dear invalid goes better. Madame, Mademoiselle, let me introduce to you some new friends who have taken refuge with us. The _lycee_ has been beset by brigands and these gentlemen have come to claim, what Gobelet has never refused, the right of asylum."
At sight of Alida in her white, gauzy robes, standing in the doorway, a thrill ran through the blood of Chanot. Never had he looked on such beauty. His heart beat thick, and instinctively he glanced sideways at his followers. Matteo sat bent forward, almost crouched as for a spring, his eyes small and glowing red like those of a wild boar before he charges. Chardon was open-mouthed, but watchful of his leader. Leduc and Violet showed their teeth and fingered the hilts of their revolvers.
A kind of revulsion of feeling pa.s.sed over Chanot, perhaps as much akin to what we in Scotland would call conversion as can be imagined of a trained and thorough-paced French scoundrel.
Under his breath he bade Leduc and his companion to keep their seats, and kept his own hand hard on the shoulder of Matteo.
"We thank you, ladies, for your presence," he said, with his pleasantest manner. "We had not expected so great an honour."
But Alida, glad of new faces and eager for news of Hugh Deventer, whose desertion had left her companionless, asked many questions, to some of which it took all Chanot"s readiness to answer. She was, however, called off by Linn, who presently issued from the kitchen with a dish of eggs hastily cooked.
"There is bread on the sideboard, cut it for these gentlemen!" said Linn. And Alida hastened to serve each in turn, with a smile that was an accomplishment in flattery.
Then followed a strange hour. The sound of shouting and continuous firing could be heard from above. On the road outside the hoofs of horses clattered, and more than once Chanot thought that he heard the jingle of harness.
But with my father at the head of the table talking gently and equably, and Alida at the foot with her chin on her clasped hands, the men sat and listened. Chardon answered when he was spoken to, but he kept looking at his chief for guidance. Leduc and Violet drank steadily, though Chanot tried to kick them under the table. Matteo alone could not be still. His breath whistled between his teeth. He leaned over to Chanot and whispered, "Kill, kill--if you do not, I shall!"
But even for him the influence of these peaceful surroundings had its power. The richly carpeted floor, the table with many flowers, the rows on rows of beautifully bound books, were so much powerful necromancy to the Man from Arqua. But it could not last. The wolf must spring, and Chanot watched him with an anxious eye.
"_Kill--kill!_"
The words came like the hiss of a poison snake. They had come to the end of the meal now and were trifling with their winegla.s.ses--that is, Chanot and Chardon did so. Leduc and Violet looked on stupidly, but not yet ready for any movement against their chief. Only Matteo had become intractable. He at least would not be done out of his prize by a handful of fine words. So Chanot should know. Matteo was in the house of the treasure, and he meant to have his fingers among the clinking pieces.
"_Kill, man, kill, or I shall kill!_"
Chanot looked about apprehensively. Surely this time they must have heard. But my father continued his talk upon the early art of Provence and from her end of the table Alida placidly listened, all her thoughts intent on the speaker.
Matteo rose unsteadily and stumbled towards her. She sat back in her chair with a gesture of fear. For the big hairy hands of the Arquan were groping to seize her.
"Oh, take him away," she cried, turning to Chanot as the leader, perhaps also because of the human qualities she had seen in his eyes--not exactly good, but with the capacity for good.
"I shall take the _donzella_!" cried Matteo, and caught her about the neck. Linn was beside her in a moment, but even her powerful hands could not disengage that hairy clutch. The fierce visage frothing at the lips was close to Alida"s face. She moved her head this way and that.
"Save me--save me!" she cried out in an agony of fear.
"_Kill--kill--lay out the others--take your gold--the gold I found for you--the girl for me!_"
All were now on their feet. Chardon was watching his chief. Chanot"s face was pale as wood ash, but there was on it a kind of joy--the strength of a new resolve.
"To the door--Leduc, and you, Violet," he ordered, "wait for me outside.
I have something which will satisfy you!"
The men moved uncertainly away. Things were turning out strangely. Was Chanot turning traitor? If so--they would see. But the power of the stronger will was upon them, and they were soon in the garden. They came out on a dark, shadowy world, in which all things seemed of the same colour, but scented of flowers and the full bloom of the _tilleul_, the bee-haunted lime tree of the south.
Above them they heard the irregular rattle of musketry, and the din of combat. A fierce light beat upon the tree-tops at intervals. No fire could pierce like that. The gleam was far too steady. It looked like the beam of an electric arc-lamp, but how could the Jesuit professors of St.
Andre have come into possession of such a thing?
Within the house of Gobelet they heard the voice of Matteo uplifted.
"_Kill--kill--you have turned soft, I shall kill you, Chanot. Matteo of Arqua is not to be cheated!_"
Leduc and Violet looked back through the door out of which they had come. The hall was dusk, but a light was burning somewhere out of sight.
They could see a couple emerge out of the pa.s.sage which led to the study--Chanot pushed the Arquan in front of him. The face of the chief was calm, but of a ghastly pallor--his lips almost disappearing, so firmly were they set. His blue eyes had the dull glitter of lapis lazuli, or rather of malachite--green rather than blue. But they were not good to see. Death looked out of them, and chilled the marrow of Leduc and Violet. Not for the world would they have crossed the will of Chanot at that moment.
They could see Chardon shutting the door of the study from within, and guessed that he was left there on guard, but they could not hear Chanot"s courteous last words of excuse for Matteo, "I fear this gentleman is ill. He is from Italy and troubled with fever. He will be better outside. I will conduct him."
"Shut the door and let no one pa.s.s," he added to Chardon, in a rapid whisper, "talk as if nothing had happened till I come back!" And the next moment he was pushing his prisoner along the corridor. Leduc and Violet saw them come, and made ready to fall in behind, but they were not prepared for what followed so swiftly.
Matteo le Gaucher suddenly dropped to the floor, pulling his collar out of the grasp of his captor. Then, quick as thought, he drew a long knife from his belt and struck the deadly forward blow at Chanot--the Arquan blow below the belt for which there is no parry. But Chanot had not for nothing been President of the Athletic and Sportive a.s.sociation of the Midi. He was in admirable training and his eye forestalled the Gaucher"s movement. It was a fine thrust, delivered with the broad-cutting edge upward. No man, even in Arqua, could have saved himself. But Chanot had leaped aside, nimble as a cat. And the next moment the knife was stricken from the Arquan"s hand.
There was a wild, fierce struggle there on the threshold, the movements of the combatants being so quick that Leduc and Violet dared not interfere lest they should harm the wrong man. Biting, kicking, and scratching, Matteo le Gaucher was shoved out across the gravel, over the lawn and into a little _clairiere_ upon which shone directly the beam of Hugh Deventer"s electric installation up on the heights of Mont St.
Andre.
Leduc and Violet had followed marvelling, their eyes starting from their heads, eager to see the end like children at a play. They knew that this was the chief"s business and that he must finish it for himself. In the middle of the green cleared s.p.a.ce was a rustic bench, and the ground was thickly strewn with pine-cones and needles. Chanot thrust his prisoner"s head down till he lay across the back of the seat, and then, without haste and calmly as a man who consults his watch, he drew from his pocket a revolver and fired once behind Matteo"s ear. There was no struggle. That had gone before. Chanot was very calm, and as for Matteo he only shuddered and sank in a heap, his body swinging arms down over the rustic bench. The fierce light of the arc-lamp lay on the _clairiere_ and Matteo"s shadow made a strange toad-like patch on the grey-green sward. That was all.
"Now, Leduc, and you, Violet, take up this carrion and carry him near enough to the fighting up yonder to be clear of all connection with this house. There is no treasure here. He deceived us, like the Italian he was. But I shall not deceive you."
He opened his pocket-book and took out small notes for two thousand francs. One thousand he gave to Leduc and the other to Violet.
"I shall meet you in Spain," he said, "and there I shall expect to receive from you an account of this night"s mission. I am not to be trifled with as you see. I warn you to be very faithful. Take up the Arquan, and I will see you safe outside the wall."
He unlocked the gate which opened from the grounds of the Garden Cottage into the road, and stood watching them, as they toiled painfully up the hill, Violet leading with the dead man"s legs over his shoulders, and Leduc supporting his head, the long, hairy arms which had wrought so much evil trailing in the dust.
"_Missa est! Amen!!_" said Chanot, who had served Ma.s.s in his time, and turning on his heel he strode back towards the house of Gobelet.
CHAPTER x.x.xIX
THE CONVERSION OF CHANOT
"The gentleman has perfectly recovered," he announced with sympathetic gravity in answer to Alida"s questions. "Matteo of Arqua has long been subject to such attacks, but the best medical advice agrees that they have lost force of late, and, in fact, are not likely again to recur. As for Messieurs, the gentlemen who have taken him for an airing, they have business which calls them away before the morning, so they will not be able to return. I make their apologies. They came with us--yes--for safety, but they were not quite of our world, Chardon"s and mine--eh, Chardon?"
Chardon mutely acquiesced, and Chanot sat down beside Alida, who, with a gesture of grat.i.tude, gave him her hand.
"He frightened me," she said, smiling gratefully, "that man from Arqua.
He has the Evil Eye. Thank you for taking him away. Ugh!--I can feel his hands upon me still."
Chanot kept the little hand with the silver ring upon it in both of his.