"There he is getting away!"
One of the men, armed with a gun, guided by her gesture, saw the captain, who, thanks to his agility as a sailor, had just gained the crest of the wall.
The man fired his gun, but missed his aim.
"You! You!" cried he to another man armed like himself. "There he is on the top of the wall reaching for the branches of that tree,--fire!"
The second shot was fired just at the moment when Captain Horace, astride one of the branches projecting over the garden, was approaching the trunk of the tree, by means of which he meant to descend on the outside. Scarcely had the second shot been fired, when Horace made a sudden leap, stopped a moment, and then disappeared in the thick foliage of the trees.
"Run! run outside!" cried Sister Prudence, still panting for breath.
"There is still time to catch them!"
The orders of the mother superior were executed, but when they arrived on the boulevard outside, Dolores, the captain, and Sans-Plume had disappeared. They found nothing but the hammock, which was lying a few steps from the spy, who, enveloped in his bag, dolefully uttering smothered groans at the bottom of the ditch.
CHAPTER IV.
Eight days after the abduction of Dolores Salcedo by Captain Horace, Abbe Ledoux, in bed, received the visit of his physician.
The invalid, lying in a soft bed standing in the alcove of a comfortable apartment, had always a fat and ruddy face; his triple chin descended to the collar of a fine shirt made of Holland cloth, and the purple brilliancy of the holy man"s complexion contrasted with the immaculate whiteness of his cotton cap, bound, according to the ancient custom, with an orange-coloured ribbon. Notwithstanding these indications of plethoric health, the abbe, his head propped on his pillow in a doleful manner, uttered from time to time the most plaintive groans, while his hand, small and effeminate, was given to his physician, who was gravely feeling his pulse.
Doctor Gasterini,--such was the name of the physician,--although seventy-five years old, did not look sixty. Tall and erect, as well as lean and nervous, with a clear complexion and rosy lips, the doctor, when he smiled with his pleasant, elegant air, disclosed thirty-two teeth of irreproachable whiteness, which seemed to combine the polish of ivory with the sharp durability of steel; a forest of white hair, naturally curled, encircled the amiable and intelligent face of the doctor. Dressed always in black, with a certain affectation, he remained faithful to the tradition of small-clothes made of silk cloth, with shoe buckles of gold, and silk stockings, which clearly delineated his strong, sinewy legs.
Doctor Gasterini was holding delicately between his thumb and his index finger--whose rosy polished nails might have been the envy of a pretty woman--the wrist of his patient, who religiously awaited the decision of his physician.
"My dear abbe," said the doctor, "you are not at all sick."
"But, doctor--"
"You have a soft, pliant skin, and sixty-five pulsations to the minute.
It would be impossible to find conditions of better health."
"But, again, doctor, I--"
"But, again, abbe, you are not sick. I am a good judge, perhaps."
"And I tell you, doctor, that I have not closed my eyes the whole night.
Madame Siboulet, my housekeeper, has been on her feet constantly,--she gave me several times some drops made by the good sisters."
"Stuff!"
"And orange flower distilled at the Sacred Heart."
"The devil!"
"Yes, doctor, you may laugh; none of these remedies have given me relief. I have done nothing but turn over and over all night long in my bed. Alas, alas! I am not well. I have an excitement, an insupportable weariness."
"Perhaps, my dear abbe, you experienced yesterday some annoyance, some contradiction, and as you are very obstinate, very conceited, very spiteful--"
"I?"
"You."
"Doctor, I a.s.sure you--"
"This annoyance, I tell you, might have put you in a diabolical humour; for I know no remedy which can prevent these vexations. As to being ill, or even indisposed, you are not the least so in the world, my dear abbe."
"Then why did I ask you to come to see me this morning?"
"You ought to know that better than I, my dear abbe; nevertheless, I suspect the unusual motive which has made you desire my visit."
"That is rather hard."
"No, not very hard, for we are old acquaintances, and I know all your tricks, my dear abbe."
"My tricks!--you know my tricks?"
"You contrive excellent ones, sometimes,--but to return to our subject, I believe that, under a pretext of sickness which really does not exist, you have sent for me to learn from me, directly or indirectly, something which is of interest to you."
"Come, doctor, that is rather a disagreeable pleasantry."
"Wait, my dear abbe. In my youth I was physician to the Duke d"Otrante, when he was minister of police. He enjoyed, like you, perfect health, yet there was scarcely a day that he did not exact a visit from me. I was unsophisticated then, and, although well equipped in my profession, I had need of patrons, so, notwithstanding my visits to his Excellency seemed unnecessary, I went to his house regularly every day, about the hour he made his toilet, and we conversed. The minister was very inquisitive, and as I was professionally thrown with persons of all conditions, he, with charming good nature, plied me with questions concerning my patients. I responded with all the sincerity of my soul.
One day I arrived, as I have told you, at the minister"s house, when he had just completed his toilet, the very moment when a journeyman barber, the most uncleanly-looking knave I had ever seen in my life, had finished shaving him.
""M. duke," said I to the minister, after the barber had departed, "how is it that, instead of being shaved by one of your valets, you prefer the services of these frightful journeyman barbers whom you change almost every fortnight?"
""My dear," replied the duke in a confidential tone, ""you cannot imagine how much one can learn about all sorts of people and things, when one knows how to set such fellows as that prattling." Was this confession an amus.e.m.e.nt or a blunder on the part of this great man, or, rather, did he think me too silly to comprehend the full significance of his words? I do not know; but I do know that this avowal enlightened me as to the real intention of his Excellency in having me chat with him so freely every morning. After that, I responded with much circ.u.mspection to the questions of the cunning chief, who knew so well how to put in practice the transcendent maxim, "The best spies are those who are spies without knowing it.""
"The anecdote is interesting, as are all that you tell, my dear doctor,"
replied the abbe, with repressed anger, "but I swear to you that your allusion is entirely inapplicable, and that, alas! I am very sick."
"Forty years yet of such illness, and you will become a centenarian, my dear abbe," said the doctor, rising and preparing to take his leave.
"Oh, what a man! what a man!" cried the abbe. "Do listen to me, doctor, you have a heart of bronze; can you abandon a poor sick man in this manner? Give me five minutes!"
"So be it; let us chat if you wish it, my dear abbe. I have a quarter of an hour at your disposal; you are a man of mind, I cannot better employ the time given to this visit."
"Ah, doctor, you are cruel!"
"If you wish a more agreeable physician, address some others of my fraternity. You will find them eager to give their attention to the celebrated preacher, Abbe Ledoux, the most fashionable director of the Faubourg St. Germain--for, in spite of the Republic, or, for reason of the Republic, there is more than ever a Faubourg St. Germain, and, under every possible administration, the protection of Abbe Ledoux would be a lofty one."
"No, doctor, I want no other physician than you, terrible man that you are! Just see the confidence you inspire in me. It seems to me your presence has already done me good,--it calms me."
"Poor dear abbe, what confidence! It is touching; that certainly proves that it is only faith which saves."
"Do not speak of faith," said the abbe, affecting anger pleasantly. "Be silent, you pagan, materialist, atheist, republican, for you are and have been all, at your pleasure."