He had not, however, made allowance for his own extreme weariness or for the soporific effect of the alcoholic fumes with which his comrade"s breath was redolent. When six o"clock struck at the church of St. Eustache, the young detective"s alarm resounded faithfully enough, with a loud and protracted whir. Shrill and sonorous as was the sound, it failed, however, to break the heavy sleep of the two detectives. They would indeed, in all probability, have continued slumbering for several hours longer, if at half-past seven a st.u.r.dy fist had not begun to rap loudly at the door. With one bound Lecoq was out of bed, amazed at seeing the bright sunlight, and furious at the futility of his precautions.
"Come in!" he cried to his early visitor. He had no enemies to fear, and could, without danger, sleep with his door unlocked.
In response to his call, Father Papillon"s shrewd face peered into the room.
"Ah! it is my worthy coachman!" exclaimed Lecoq. "Is there anything new?"
"Excuse me, but it"s the old affair that brings me here," replied our eccentric friend the cabman. "You know-the thirty francs those wretched women paid me. Really, I shan"t sleep in peace till you have worked off the amount by using my vehicle. Our drive yesterday lasted two hours and a half, which, according to the regular fare, would be worth a hundred sous; so you see I"ve still more than twelve hours at your disposal."
"That is all nonsense, my friend!"
"Possibly, but I am responsible for it, and if you won"t use my cab, I"ve sworn to spend those twelve hours waiting outside your door. So now make up your mind." He gazed at Lecoq beseechingly, and it was evident that a refusal would wound him keenly.
"Very well," replied Lecoq, "I will take you for the morning, only I ought to warn you that we are starting on a long journey."
"Oh, Cocotte"s legs may be relied upon."
"My companion and myself have business in your own neighborhood. It is absolutely necessary for us to find the Widow Chupin"s daughter-in-law; and I hope we shall be able to obtain her address from the police commissary of the district where the Poivriere is situated."
"Very well, we will go wherever you wish; I am at your orders."
A few moments later they were on their way.
Papillon"s features wore an air of self-satisfied pride as, sitting erect on his box, he cracked his whip, and encouraged the nimble Cocotte. The vehicle could not have got over the ground more rapidly if its driver had been promised a hundred sous" gratuity.
Father Absinthe alone was sad. He had been forgiven by Lecoq, but he could not forget that he, an old police agent, had been duped as easily as if he had been some ignorant provincial. The thought was humiliating, and then in addition he had been fool enough to reveal the secret plans of the prosecution! He knew but too well that this act of folly had doubled the difficulties of Lecoq"s task.
The long drive in Father Papillon"s cab was not a fruitless one. The secretary of the commissary of police for the thirteenth arrondiss.e.m.e.nt informed Lecoq that Polyte Chupin"s wife lived with her child, in the suburbs, in the Rue de la b.u.t.te-aux-Cailles. He could not indicate the precise number, but he described the house and gave them some information concerning its occupants.
The Widow Chupin"s daughter-in-law, a native of Auvergne, had been bitterly punished for preferring a rakish Parisian ragam.u.f.fin to one of the grimy charcoal-burners of the Puy de Dome. She was hardly more than twelve years of age when she first came to Paris and obtained employment in a large factory. After ten years" privation and constant toil, she had managed to ama.s.s, sou by sou, the sum of three thousand francs. Then her evil genius threw Polyte Chupin across her path. She fell in love with this dissipated, selfish rascal; and he married her for the sake of her little h.o.a.rd.
As long as the money lasted, that is, for some three or four months, matters went on pleasantly enough. But as soon as the last franc had been spent, Polyte left his wife, and complacently resumed his former life of idleness, thieving, and debauchery. When at times he returned home, it was merely with the view of robbing his wife of what little money she might have saved in the mean while; and periodically she uncomplainingly allowed him to despoil her of the last penny of her earnings.
Horrible to relate, this unworthy rascal even tried to trade on her good looks. Here, however, he met with a strenuous resistance-a resistance which excited not merely his own ire, but also the hatred of the villain"s mother-that old hag, the Widow Chupin. The result was that Polyte"s wife was subjected to such incessant cruelty and persecution that one night she was forced to fly with only the rags that covered her. The Chupins-mother and son-believed, perhaps, that starvation would effect what their horrible threats and insidious counsel had failed to accomplish. Their shameful expectations were not, however, gratified.
In mentioning these facts to Lecoq, the commissary"s secretary added that they had become widely known, and that the unfortunate creature"s force of character had won for her general respect. Among those she frequented, moreover, she was known by the nickname of "Toinon the Virtuous"-a rather vulgar but, at all events, sincere tribute to her worth.
Grateful for this information, Lecoq returned to the cab. The Rue de la b.u.t.te-aux-Cailles, whither Papillon was now directed to drive, proved to be very unlike the Boulevard Malesherbes, and one brief glance sufficed to show that opulence had not here fixed its abode. Luck seemed for the moment to have turned in Lecoq"s favor. At all events, when he and Father Absinthe alighted at the corner of the street, it so happened that the very first person the young detective questioned concerning the virtuous Toinon was well acquainted with her whereabouts. The house in which she resided was pointed out, and Lecoq was instructed to go upstairs to the top floor, and knock at the door in front of him. With such precise directions the two detectives speedily reached Madame Polyte Chupin"s abode.
This proved to be a cold and gloomy attic of medium size, windowless, but provided with a small skylight. A straw pallet, a broken table, two chairs, and a few plain kitchen utensils const.i.tuted the sole appointments of this miserable garret. But in spite of the occupant"s evident poverty, everything was neat and clean, and to use a forcible expression that fell from Father Absinthe, one could have eaten off the floor.
The two detectives entered, and found a woman busily engaged in making a heavy linen sack. She was seated in the centre of the room, directly under the skylight, so that the sun"s rays might fall upon her work. At the sight of two strangers, she half rose from her chair, surprised, and perhaps a little frightened; but when Lecoq had explained that they desired a few moments" conversation with her, she gave up her own seat, and drawing the second chair from a corner, invited both detectives to sit down. Lecoq complied, but Father Absinthe declared that he preferred to remain standing.
With a single glance Lecoq took an inventory of the humble abode, and, so to speak, appraised the woman. She was short, stout, and of commonplace appearance. Her forehead was extremely low, being crowned by a forest of coa.r.s.e, black hair; while the expression of her large, black eyes, set very close together, recalled the look of patient resignation one so often detects in ill-treated and neglected animals. Possibly, in former days, she might have possessed that fleeting attraction called the beaute du diable; but now she looked almost as old as her wretched mother-in-law. Sorrow and privation, excessive toil and ill-treatment, had imparted to her face a livid hue, reddening her eyes and stamping deep furrows round about her temples. Still, there was an attribute of native honesty about her which even the foul atmosphere in which she had been compelled to live had not sufficed to taint.
Her little boy furnished a striking contrast. He was pale and puny; his eyes gleamed with a phosph.o.r.escent brilliancy; and his hair was of a faded flaxen tint. One little circ.u.mstance attracted both detectives" attention. If the mother was attired in an old, thin, faded calico dress, the child was warmly clad in stout woolen material.
"Madame, you have doubtless heard of a dreadful crime, committed in your mother-in-law"s establishment," began Lecoq in a soft voice.
"Alas! yes, sir," replied Toinon the Virtuous, quickly adding: "But my husband could not have been implicated in it, since he is in prison."
Did not this objection, forestalling, as it were, suspicion, betray the most horrible apprehensions?
"Yes, I am aware of that," replied Lecoq. "Polyte was arrested a fortnight ago-"
"Yes, and very unjustly, sir," replied the neglected wife. "He was led astray by his companions, wicked, desperate men. He is so weak when he has taken a gla.s.s of wine that they can do whatever they like with him. If he were only left to himself he would not harm a child. You have only to look at him-"
As she spoke, the virtuous Toinon turned her red and swollen eyes to a miserable photograph hanging against the wall. This blotchy smudge portrayed an exceedingly ugly, dissipated-looking young man, afflicted with a terrible squint, and whose repulsive mouth was partially concealed by a faint mustache. This rake of the barrieres was Polyte Chupin. And yet despite his unprepossessing aspect there was no mistaking the fact that this unfortunate woman loved him-had always loved him; besides, he was her husband.
A moment"s silence followed her indication of the portrait-an act which clearly revealed how deeply she worshiped her persecutor; and during this pause the attic door slowly and softly opened. Not of itself, however, for suddenly a man"s head peered in. The intruder, whoever he was, instantly withdrew, uttering as he did so a low exclamation. The door was swiftly closed again; the key-which had been left on the outside-grated in the lock, and the occupants of the garret could hear hurried steps descending the stairs.
Lecoq was sitting with his back to the door, and could not, therefore, see the intruder"s face. Quickly as he had turned, he had failed to see who it was: and yet he was far from being surprised at the incident. Intuition explained its meaning.
"That must have been the accomplice!" he cried.
Thanks to his position, Father Absinthe had seen the man"s face. "Yes," said he, "yes, it was the same man who made me drink with him yesterday."
With a bound, both detectives threw themselves against the door, exhausting their strength in vain attempts to open it. It resisted all their efforts, for it was of solid oak, having been purchased by the landlord from some public building in process of demolition, and it was, moreover, furnished with a strong and ma.s.sive fastening.
"Help us!" cried Father Absinthe to the woman, who stood petrified with astonishment; "give us a bar, a piece of iron, a nail-anything!"
The younger man was making frantic efforts to push back the bolt, or to force the lock from the wood. He was wild with rage. At last, having succeeded in forcing the door open, they dashed out in pursuit of their mysterious adversary. On reaching the street, they eagerly questioned the bystanders. Having described the man as best they could, they found two persons who had seen him enter the house of Toinon the Virtuous, and a third who had seen him as he left. Some children who were playing in the middle of the street added that he had run off in the direction of the Rue du Moulin-des-Pres as fast as his legs could carry him. It was in this street, near the corner of the Rue de la b.u.t.te-aux-Cailles, that Lecoq had left old Papillon waiting with the cab.
"Let us hasten there!" proposed Father Absinthe; "perhaps Papillon can give us some information."
But Lecoq shook his head despondently. He would go no further. "It would be of no use," he said. "He had sufficient presence of mind to turn the key in the lock, and that saved him. He is at least ten minutes in advance of us, and we should never overtake him."
Father Absinthe could not restrain his anger. He looked upon this mysterious accomplice who had so cruelly duped him as a personal enemy, and he would willingly have given a month"s pay to be able to lay his hand on his shoulder. Lecoq was quite as angry as his subordinate, and his vanity was likewise wounded; he felt, however, that coolness and deliberation were necessary.
"Yes," said he thoughtfully, "he"s a shrewd and daring fellow-a perfect demon. He doesn"t remain idle. If we are working, he"s at work too. No matter what side I turn, I find him on the defensive. He foiled you, papa, in your effort to obtain a clue concerning Gustave"s ident.i.ty; and he made me appear a fool in arranging that little comedy at the Hotel de Mariembourg. His diligence has been wonderful. He has. .h.i.therto been in advance of us everywhere, and this fact explains the failures that have attended all my efforts. Here we arrive before him. But if he came here, it was because he scented danger. Hence, we may hope. Now let us get back and question Polyte"s wife."
Alas! poor Toinon the Virtuous did not understand the affair at all. She had remained upstairs, holding her child by the hand, and leaning over the bal.u.s.ter; her mind in great perplexity and her eyes and ears on the alert. As soon as she perceived the two detectives coming up the stairs again, she hastened down to meet them. "In the name of heaven, what does this all mean?" she asked. "Whatever has happened?"
But Lecoq was not the man to tell his business on a landing, with inquisitive ears all around him, and before he answered Toinon he made her go up into her own garret, and securely close the door.
"We started in pursuit of a man who is implicated in the murders at the Poivriere," he said; "one who came here hoping to find you alone, who was frightened at seeing us."
"A murderer!" faltered Toinon, with clasped hands. "What could he want of me?"
"Who knows? It is very probable that he is one of your husband"s friends."
"Oh! sir."
"Why, did you not tell me just now that Polyte had some very undesirable acquaintances? But don"t be alarmed; this does not compromise him in the least. Besides, you can very easily clear him of all suspicion."
"How? In what way? Oh, tell me at once."
"Merely by answering me frankly, and by a.s.sisting me to find the guilty party. Now, among your husband"s friends, don"t you know any who might be capable of such a deed? Give me the names of his acquaintances."
The poor woman"s hesitation was evident; undoubtedly she had been present at many sinister cabals, and had been threatened with terrible punishment if she dared to disclose the plans formed by Polyte or his a.s.sociates.
"You have nothing to fear," said Lecoq, encouragingly, "and I promise you no one shall ever know that you have told me a word. Very probably you can tell me nothing more than I know already. I have heard a great deal about your former life, and the brutality with which Polyte and his mother have treated you."
"My husband has never treated me brutally," said the young woman, indignantly; "besides, that matter would only concern myself."
"And your mother-in-law?"
"She is, perhaps, a trifle quick-tempered; but in reality she has a good heart."
"Then, if you were so happy at the Widow Chupin"s house, why did you fly from it?"
Toinon the Virtuous turned scarlet to the very roots of her hair. "I left for other reasons," she replied. "There were always a great many drunken men about the house; and, sometimes, when I was alone, some of them tried to carry their pleasantry too far. You may say that I have a solid fist of my own, and that I am quite capable of protecting myself. That"s true. But while I was away one day some fellows were wicked enough to make this child drink to such an excess that when I came home I found him as stiff and cold as if he were dead. It was necessary to fetch a doctor or else-"
She suddenly paused; her eyes dilated. From red she turned livid, and in a hoa.r.s.e, unnatural voice, she cried: "Toto! wretched child!"
Lecoq looked behind him, and shuddered. He understood everything. This child-not yet five years old-had stolen up behind him, and, ferreting in the pockets of his overcoat, had rifled them of their contents.
"Ah, well-yes!" exclaimed the unfortunate mother, bursting into tears. "That"s how it was. Directly the child was out of my sight, they used to take him into town. They took him into the crowded streets, and taught him to pick people"s pockets, and bring them everything he could lay his hands on. If the child was detected they were angry with him and beat him; and if he succeeded they gave him a sou to buy some sweets, and kept what he had taken."
The luckless Toinon hid her face in her hands, and sobbed in an almost unintelligible voice: "Ah, I did not wish my little one to be a thief."
But what this poor creature did not tell was that the man who had led the child out into the streets, to teach him to steal, was his own father, and her husband-the ruffian, Polyte Chupin. The two detectives plainly understood, however, that such was the case, and the father"s crime was so horrible, and the woman"s grief so great, that, familiar as they were with all the phases of crime, their very hearts were touched. Lecoq"s main thought, however, was to shorten this painful scene. The poor mother"s emotion was a sufficient guarantee of her sincerity.
"Listen," said he, with affected harshness. "Two questions only, and then I will leave you. Was there a man named Gustave among the frequenters of the Poivriere?"
"No, sir, I"m quite sure there wasn"t."
"Very well. But Lacheneur-you must know Lacheneur!"
"Yes, sir; I know him."
The young police agent could not repress an exclamation of delight. "At last," thought he, "I have a clue that may lead me to the truth. What kind of man is he?" he asked with intense anxiety.
"Oh! he is not at all like the other men who come to drink at my mother-in-law"s shop. I have only seen him once; but I remember him perfectly. It was on a Sunday. He was in a cab. He stopped at the corner of the waste ground and spoke to Polyte. When he went away, my husband said to me: "Do you see that old man there? He will make all our fortunes." I thought him a very respectable-looking gentleman-"
"That"s enough," interrupted Lecoq. "Now it is necessary for you to tell the investigating magistrate all you know about him. I have a cab downstairs. Take your child with you, if you like; but make haste; come, come quickly!"
XVI
The extreme uncertainty of the result was another attraction for M. Segmuller"s investigating mind. Given the magnitude of the difficulties that were to be overcome, he rightly considered that if his efforts proved successful, he would have achieved a really wonderful victory. And, a.s.sisted by such a man as Lecoq, who had a positive genius for his calling, and in whom he recognized a most valuable auxiliary, he really felt confident of ultimate success.
Even on returning home after the fatiguing labors of the day he did not think of freeing himself from the burden of responsibility in relation to the business he had on hand, or of driving away care until the morrow. He dined in haste, and as soon as he had swallowed his coffee began to study the case with renewed ardor. He had brought from his office a copy of the prisoner"s narrative, which he attentively perused, not once or twice, but several times, seeking for some weak point that might be attacked with a probability of success. He a.n.a.lyzed every answer, and weighed one expression after another, striving, as he did so, to find some flaw through which he might slip a question calculated to shatter the structure of defense. He worked thus, far into the night, and yet he was on his legs again at an early hour in the morning. By eight o"clock he was not merely dressed and shaved, he had not merely taken his matutinal chocolate and arranged his papers, but he was actually on his way to the Palais de Justice. He had quite forgotten that his own impatience was not shared by others.
In point of fact, the Palais de Justice was scarcely awake when he arrived there. The doors had barely opened. The attendants were busy sweeping and dusting; or changing their ordinary garments for their official costumes. Some of them standing in the windows of the long dressing room were shaking and brushing the judges" and advocates" gowns; while in the great hall several clerks stood in a group, chaffing each other while waiting for the arrival of the head registrar and the opening of the investigation offices.
M. Segmuller thought that he had better begin by consulting the public prosecutor, but he discovered that this functionary had not yet arrived. Angry and impatient, he proceeded to his own office; and with his eyes fixed on the clock, growled at the slowness of the minute hand. Just after nine o"clock, Goguet, the smiling clerk, put in an appearance and speedily learned the kind of humor his master was in.
"Ah, you"ve come at last," gruffly e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed M. Segmuller, momentarily oblivious of the fact that he himself scarcely ever arrived before ten, and that a quarter-past nine was certainly early for his clerk.
Goguet"s curiosity had indeed prompted him to hurry to the Palais; still, although well aware that he did not deserve a reprimand, he endeavored to mumble an excuse-an excuse cut short by M. Segmuller in such unusually harsh tones that for once in a way Goguet"s habitual smile faded from his face. "It"s evident," thought he, "that the wind"s blowing from a bad quarter this morning," with which reflection he philosophically put on his black sleeves and going to his table pretended to be absorbed in the task of mending his pens and preparing his paper.
In the mean while, M. Segmuller who was usually calmness personified, and dignity par excellence, paced restlessly to and fro. At times he would sit down and then suddenly spring to his feet again, gesticulating impatiently as he did so. Indeed, he seemed unable to remain quiet for a moment.
"The prosecution is evidently making no headway," thought the clerk. "May"s prospects are encouraging." Owing to the magistrate"s harsh reception the idea delighted him; and, indeed, letting his rancor have the upper hand, Goguet actually offered up a prayer that the prisoner might get the better of the fight.
From half-past nine till ten o"clock M. Segmuller rang for his messenger at least five times, and each time he asked him the same questions: "Are you sure that M. Lecoq has not been here this morning? Inquire! If he has not been here he must certainly have sent some one, or else have written to me."
Each time the astonished doorkeeper replied: "No one has been here, and there is no letter for you."
Five identical negative answers to the same inquiries only increased the magistrate"s wrath and impatience. "It is inconceivable!" he exclaimed. "Here I am upon coals of fire, and that man dares to keep me waiting. Where can he be?"
At last he ordered a messenger to go and see if he could not find Lecoq somewhere in the neighborhood; perhaps in some restaurant or cafe. "At all events, he must be found and brought back immediately," said he.
When the man had started, M. Segmuller began to recover his composure. "We must not lose valuable time," he said to his clerk. "I was to examine the widow Chupin"s son. I had better do so now. Go and tell them to bring him to me. Lecoq left the order at the prison."
In less than a quarter of an hour Polyte entered the room. From head to foot, from his lofty silk cap to his gaudy colored carpet slippers, he was indeed the original of the portrait upon which poor Toinon the Virtuous had lavished such loving glances. And yet the photograph was flattering. The lens had failed to convey the expression of low cunning that distinguished the man"s features, the impudence of his leering smile, and the mingled cowardice and ferocity of his eyes, which never looked another person in the face. Nor could the portrait depict the unwholesome, livid pallor of his skin, the restless blinking of his eyelids, and the constant movement of his thin lips as he drew them tightly over his short, sharp teeth. There was no mistaking his nature; one glance and he was estimated at his worth.
When he had answered the preliminary questions, telling the magistrate that he was thirty years of age, and that he had been born in Paris, he a.s.sumed a pretentious att.i.tude and waited to see what else was coming.
But before proceeding with the real matter in hand, M. Segmuller wished to relieve the complacent scoundrel of some of his insulting a.s.surance. Accordingly, he reminded Polyte, in forcible terms, that his sentence in the affair in which he was now implicated would depend very much upon his behavior and answers during the present examination.
Polyte listened with a nonchalant and even ironical air. In fact, this indirect threat scarcely touched him. Having previously made inquiries he had ascertained that he could not be condemned to more than six months" imprisonment for the offense for which he had been arrested; and what did a month more or less matter to him?
The magistrate, who read this thought in Polyte"s eyes, cut his preamble short. "Justice," said he, "now requires some information from you concerning the frequenters of your mother"s establishment."
"There are a great many of them, sir," answered Polyte in a harsh voice.
"Do you know one of them named Gustave?"
"No, sir."
To insist would probably awaken suspicion in Polyte"s mind; accordingly, M. Segmuller continued: "You must, however, remember Lacheneur?"
"Lacheneur? No, this is the first time I"ve heard that name."
"Take care. The police have means of finding out a great many things."
The scapegrace did not flinch. "I am telling the truth, sir," he retorted. "What interest could I possibly have in deceiving you?"