Renardet said to him:
"Good-morrow, Mederic."
"Good-morrow, Monsieur le Maire."
"I say, Mederic, I threw a letter into the box that I want back again. I came to ask you to give it back to me."
"That"s all right, Monsieur le Maire-you"ll get it."
And the postman raised his eyes. He stood petrified at the sight of Renardet"s face. The mayor"s cheeks were purple, his eyes were anxious and sunken, with black circles round them, his hair was unbrushed, his beard untrimmed, his necktie unfastened. It was evident that he had not been in bed.
The postman asked:
"Are you ill, Monsieur le Maire?"
The other, suddenly comprehending that his appearance must be unusual, lost countenance and faltered:
"Oh! no-oh! no. Only I jumped out of bed to ask you for this letter. I was asleep. You understand?"
He said in reply:
"What letter?"
"The one you are going to give back to me."
Mederic now began to hesitate. The mayor"s att.i.tude did not strike him as natural. There was perhaps a secret in that letter, a political secret. He knew Renardet was not a Republican, and he knew all the tricks and chicanery employed at elections.
He asked:
"To whom is it addressed, this letter of yours?"
"To Monsieur Putoin, the magistrate-you know, my friend, Monsieur Putoin!"
The postman searched through the papers and found the one asked for. Then he began looking at it, turning it round and round between his fingers, much perplexed, much troubled by the fear of either committing a grave offence or of making an enemy of the mayor.
Seeing his hesitation, Renardet made a movement for the purpose of seizing the letter and s.n.a.t.c.hing it away from him. This abrupt action convinced Mederic that some important secret was at stake and made him resolve to do his duty, cost what it may.
So he flung the letter into his bag and fastened it up, with the reply:
"No, I can"t, Monsieur le Maire. As long as it is for the magistrate, I can"t."
A dreadful pang wrung Renardet"s heart and he murmured:
"Why, you know me well. You are even able to recognize my handwriting. I tell you I want that paper."
"I can"t."
"Look here, Mederic, you know that I"m incapable of deceiving you-I tell you I want it."
"No, I can"t."
A tremor of rage pa.s.sed through Renardet"s soul.
"d.a.m.n it all, take care! You know that I never trifle and that I could get you out of your job, my good fellow, and without much delay, either, And then, I am the mayor of the district, after all; and I now order you to give me back that paper."
The postman answered firmly:
"No, I can"t, Monsieur le Maire."
Thereupon Renardet, losing his head, caught hold of the postman"s arms in order to take away his bag; but, freeing himself by a strong effort, and springing backward, the letter carrier raised his big holly stick. Without losing his temper, he said emphatically:
"Don"t touch me, Monsieur le Maire, or I"ll strike. Take care, I"m only doing my duty!"
Feeling that he was lost, Renardet suddenly became humble, gentle, appealing to him like a whimpering child:
"Look here, look here, my friend, give me back that letter and I"ll recompense you-I"ll give you money. Stop! stop! I"ll give you a hundred francs, you understand-a hundred francs!"
The postman turned on his heel and started on his journey.
Renardet followed him, out of breath, stammering:
"Mederic, Mederic, listen! I"ll give you a thousand francs, you understand-a thousand francs."
The postman still went on without giving any answer.
Renardet went on:
"I"ll make your fortune, you understand-whatever you wish-fifty thousand francs-fifty thousand francs for that letter! What does it matter to you? You won"t? Well, a hundred thousand-I say-a hundred thousand francs. Do you understand? A hundred thousand francs-a hundred thousand francs."
The postman turned back, his face hard, his eye severe:
"Enough of this, or else I"ll repeat to the magistrate everything you have just said to me."
Renardet stopped abruptly. It was all over. He turned back and rushed toward his house, running like a hunted animal.
Then, in his turn, Mederic stopped and watched his flight with stupefaction. He saw the mayor reenter his house, and he waited still, as if something astonishing were about to happen.
In fact, presently the tall form of Renardet appeared on the summit of the Fox"s tower. He ran round the platform like a madman. Then he seized the flagstaff and shook it furiously without succeeding in breaking it; then, all of a sudden, like a diver, with his two hands before him, he plunged into s.p.a.ce.
Mederic rushed forward to his a.s.sistance. He saw the woodcutters going to work and called out to them, telling them an accident had occurred. At the foot of the walls they found a bleeding body, its head crushed on a rock. The Brindille surrounded this rock, and over its clear, calm waters could be seen a long red thread of mingled brains and blood.
THE DONKEY
There was not a breath of air stirring; a heavy mist was lying over the river. It was like a layer of cotton placed on the water. The banks themselves were indistinct, hidden behind strange fogs. But day was breaking and the hill was becoming visible. In the dawning light of day the plaster houses began to appear like white spots. c.o.c.ks were crowing in the barnyard.