"I," said the old woman, with a wicked gleam in her eyes. "I don"t hesitate!... Comrades who flinch, sneaks who betray, get rid of them, say I!... I condemn him to death!..."
The old woman"s sentence was greeted with loud applause.
Nibet resumed.
"It is said!... It is unanimous!... Make a quick finish, my lads!...
Since each has been injured, let each take his revenge! I say: Death by the hammer!"
In that smoke-thickened air rose a chorus of hate and of vengeance.
"Death by the hammer! Death by the hammer!"
In that noisome lair of the bandits a horrible scene ensued.
Mother Toulouche went groping in a dark corner. She searched for, and found, a blacksmith"s hammer. She lifted it with trembling hands, and planting herself in front of the victim, more dead than alive, she said in a menacing voice:
"You did harm to the Numbers! You wronged them! Here goes for that then!"
The hammer described a quarter of a circle in the air and descended in a smashing blow on the wretched victim"s face!
The awful punishment had begun!
According to age, one after another, the hooligans pa.s.sed on the hammer, and, in a blind pa.s.sion of hate, beat followed beat on the agonising body of Jules!
At last the terrible agony was over and done! The pa.s.sion of hate, the l.u.s.t for revenge had burnt themselves out. Jules had expiated the crime they had imputed to him!
The band were the victims of a paralysing fatigue. Emilet flung the blood-stained hammer into a far corner of their den.
"Well done!" said he. "He has paid the price!"
Emilet"s eyes fell on Nibet. He was leaning against the wall, and, with folded arms, was watching the scene in which he had taken no part.
Walking up to the warder, Emilet demanded:
"Ho! Ho! You backed out of it, did you, my boy?... You didn"t have a throw, did you?... No?..."
Nibet grinned sardonically.
"Don"t talk rubbish, Emilet!... If I have stood aside, I had my reasons for doing so.... We haven"t done with Jules yet!... Not by a long chalk!... Now that he"s been killed, he"s got to be got rid of--isn"t that true?... Look at yourselves, my lambs! You are covered with red!...
It will take you all of an hour to make yourselves presentable!... Now, look at me! I"m neat and clean ... and I have a plan ... a famous plan to rid us of that corpse there! Now, just you stir your stumps, Emilet!... I am going off to make preparations!... I"ll give you ten minutes to make yourself fit to be seen ... it"s we two are to be the undertakers; and I swear to you, that we will give them no end of trouble to the curiosity mongers at Police Headquarters!"
XXIII
FROM VAUGIRARD TO MONTMARTRE
On the boulevard du Palais, Jerome Fandor looked at his watch: it was half an hour after noon.
"The hour for copy! Courage! I will go to _La Capitale_."
Scarcely had he put foot in the large hall when the editorial secretary called:
"There you are, Fandor!... At last!... That"s a good thing!... Whatever have you been up to since yesterday evening? I got them to telephone to you twice, but they could not get on to you, try as they might. My dear fellow, you really mustn"t absent yourself without giving us warning."
Fandor looked jovial: certainly not repentant.
"Oh, say at once that I"ve been in the country!... But seriously, what did you want me for? Is there anything new?..."
"A most mysterious scandal!..."
"Another?"
"Yes. You know Thomery, the sugar refiner?"
"Yes, I know him!"
"Well--he has disappeared!... No one knows where he is!"
Fandor took the news stolidly.
"You don"t astonish me: you must be prepared for anything from those sort of people!..."
It was the turn of the secretary to be surprised at Fandor"s calmness.
"But, old man, I am telling you of a disappearance which is causing any amount of talk in Paris!... You don"t seem to grasp the situation!
Surely you know that Thomery represents one of the biggest fortunes known?"
"I know he is worth a lot."
"His flight will bring ruin to many."
"Others will probably be enriched by it!"
"Probably. That is not our concern. What we are after are details about his disappearance. You are free to-day, are you not? Will you take the affair in hand then? I would put off the appearance of the paper for half an hour rather than not have details to report which would throw some light on this extraordinary affair."
Then, as Fandor did not show the slightest intention of going in search of material for a Thomery article, the secretary laughed.
"Why don"t you start on the trail, Fandor?... My word, I don"t recognise a Fandor who is not off like a zigzag of lightning on such a reporting job as this!... We want illuminating details, my dear man!"
"You think I haven"t got any, then?... Be easy: this evening"s issue of _La Capitale_ will have all the details you could desire on the vanishing of Thomery."
Thereupon, Fandor turned on his heel without further explanation, and went towards one of his colleagues, who went by the t.i.tle of "Financier of the paper." The Financier had an official manner, and had an office of his own, the walls of which were carefully padded, for Marville--that was his name--frequently received visits from important personages.
Fandor began questioning him on the subject of Thomery"s disappearance.