He too had some difficulty in entering the town. M. le Duc d"Orleans, cousin of the King, had just arrived to support M. le Comte d"Artois, and together these two royal princes had framed and posted up a proclamation to the brave Lyonese of the National Guard.
The whole city was in a turmoil, for M. le Duc d"Orleans--who was nothing if not practical--had at once declared that there was not the slightest chance of a successful defence of Lyons, and that by far the best thing to do would be to withdraw the troops while they were still loyal.
M. le Comte d"Artois protested; at any rate he wouldn"t do anything so drastic till after the arrival of Marshal Macdonald, to whom he had sent an urgent courier the day before, enjoining him to come to Lyons without delay. In the meanwhile he and his royal cousin did all they could to kindle or at any rate to keep up the loyalty of the troops, but defection was already in the air: here and there the men had been seen to throw their white c.o.c.kades into the mud, and more than one cry of "Vive l"Empereur!" had risen even while Monsieur himself was reviewing the National Guard on the Place Bellecour.
The bridge of La Guillotiere was stoutly barricaded, but as St. Genis waited out in the open road while his name was being taken to the officer in command he saw crowds of people standing or walking up and down on the opposite bank of the river.
They were waiting for the Emperor, the news of whose approach was filling the townspeople with glee.
Heartsick and wretched, St. Genis, after several hours of weary waiting, did ultimately obtain permission to enter the city by the ferry on the south side of the city. Once inside Lyons, he had no difficulty in ascertaining where such a distinguished gentleman as M. le Comte de Cambray had put up for the night, and he promptly made his way to the Hotel Bourbon, his mind, at this stage, still a complete blank as to how he would explain his discomfiture to the Comte and to Crystal.
In the present state of M. le Comte d"Artois" difficulties the money would have been thrice welcome, and St. Genis felt the load of failure weighing thrice as heavily on his soul, and dreaded the reproaches--mute or outspoken--which he knew awaited him. If only he could have thought of something! something plausible and not too inglorious! There was, of course, the possibility that he had failed to come upon the track of the thieves at all--but then he had no business to come back so soon--and he didn"t want to come back, only that there was always the likelihood of the Englishman speaking of what had occurred--not necessarily with evil intent . . . but . . . some words of his: "If within a week I hear that the King of France has not received this money, I will proclaim you a liar and a thief!" rang unpleasantly in St. Genis" ears.
The young man"s mind, I repeat, was at this point still a blank as to what explanation he would give to the Comte de Cambray of his own miserable failure.
He was returning--after an ardent promise to overtake the thief and to force him to give up the money--without apparently having made any effort in that direction--or having made the effort, failing signally and ignominiously--a foolish and unheroic position in either case.
To tell the whole unvarnished truth, his interview with Clyffurde and his thoughtlessness in wandering along the road all alone, laden with twenty-five million francs, not waiting for the arrival of M. le Comte d"Artois" patrol, was unthinkable.
Then what? St. Genis, determined not to tell the truth, found it a difficult task to concoct a story that would be plausible and at the same time redound to his credit. His disappointment was so bitter now, his hopes of winning Crystal and glory had been so bright, that he found it quite impossible to go back to the hard facts of life--to his own poverty and the unattainableness of Crystal de Cambray--without making a great effort to win back what Victor de Marmont had just wrested from him.
Through the whirl of his thoughts, too, there was a vague sense of resentment against Clyffurde--coupled with an equally vague sense of fear. He, Maurice, might easily keep silent over the transaction of last night, but Clyffurde might not feel inclined to do so. He would want to know sooner or later what had become of the money . . . had he not uttered a threat which made Maurice"s cheeks even now flush with wrath and shame?
Certain words and gestures of the Englishman had stood out before Maurice"s mind in a way that had stirred up those latent jealousies which always lurk in the heart of an unsuccessful wooer. Clyffurde had been generous--blind to his own interests--ready to sacrifice what recognition he had earned: he had spared his a.s.sailant and agreed to an unworthy subterfuge, and St. Genis" tormented brain began to wonder why he had done all this.
Was it for love of Crystal de Cambray?
St. Genis would not allow himself to answer that question, for he felt that if he did he would hate that hard-fisted Englishman more thoroughly than he had ever hated any man before--not excepting de Marmont. De Marmont was an evil and vile traitor who never could cross Crystal"s path of life again. . . . But not so the Englishman, who had planned to serve her and who would have succeeded so magnificently but for his--Maurice"s--interference!
If this explanation of Clyffurde"s strangely magnanimous conduct was the true one, then indeed St. Genis felt that he would have everything to fear from him. For indeed was it so very unlikely that the Englishman was throughout acting in collusion with Victor de Marmont, who was known to be his friend?
Was it so very unlikely that--seeing himself unmasked--he had found a sure and rapid way of allowing the money to pa.s.s through St. Genis"
hands into those of de Marmont, and at the same time hopelessly humiliating and discrediting his rival in the affections of Mlle. de Cambray?
That the suggestion of handing the money over to him had come originally from Maurice de St. Genis himself, the young man did not trouble himself to remember. The more he thought this new explanation of past events over, the more plausible did it seem and the more likely of acceptance by M. le Comte de Cambray and by Crystal, and St. Genis at last saw his way to appearing before them not only zealous but heroic--even if unfortunate--and it was with a much lightened heart that he finally drew rein outside the Hotel Bourbon.
III
M. le Comte de Cambray, it seems, was staying at the Hotel for a few days, so the proprietor informed M. de St. Genis. M. le Comte had gone out, but Mme. la d.u.c.h.esse d"Agen was upstairs with Mlle. de Cambray.
With somewhat uncertain step St. Genis followed the obsequious proprietor, who had insisted on conducting M. le Marquis to the ladies"
apartments himself. They occupied a suite of rooms on the first floor, and after a timid knock at the door, it was opened by Jeanne from within, and Maurice found himself in the presence of Crystal and of the d.u.c.h.esse and obliged at once to enter upon the explanation which, with their first cry of surprise, they already asked of him.
"Well!" exclaimed Crystal eagerly, "what news?"
"Of the money?" murmured Maurice vaguely, who above all things was anxious to gain time.
"Yes! the King"s money!" rejoined the girl with slight impatience. "Have you tracked the thieves? Do you know where they are? Is there any hope of catching them?"
"None, I am afraid," he replied firmly.
Crystal gave a cry of bitter disappointment and reproach. "Then, Maurice," she exclaimed almost involuntarily, "why are you here?"
And Mme. la d.u.c.h.esse, folding her mittened hands before her, seemed mutely to be asking the same question.
"But did you come upon the thieves at all?" continued Crystal with eager volubility. "Where did they go to for the night? You must have come on some traces of their pa.s.sage. Oh!" she added vehemently, "you ought not to have deserted your post like this!"
"What could I do," he murmured. "I was all alone . . . against so many.
"You said that you would get on the track of the thieves," she urged, "and father told you that he would speak with M. le Comte d"Artois as soon as possible. Monsieur has promised that an armed patrol would be sent out to you, and would be on the lookout for you on the road."
"An armed patrol would be no use. I came back on purpose to stop one being sent."
"But why, in Heaven"s name?" exclaimed the d.u.c.h.esse.
"Because a troop of deserters with that traitor Victor de Marmont is scouring the road, and . . ."
"We know that," said Crystal, "we were stopped by them last night, after you left us. They were after the money for the usurper, who had sent them, and I thanked G.o.d that twenty-five millions had enriched a common thief rather than the Corsican brigand."
"Surely, Maurice," said the d.u.c.h.esse with her usual tartness, "you were not fool enough to allow the King"s money to fall into that abominable de Marmont"s hands?"
"How could I help it?" now exclaimed the young man, as if driven to the extremity of despair. "The whole thing was a huge plot beyond one man"s power to cope with. I tracked the thieves," he continued with vehemence as eager as Crystal"s, "I tracked them to a lonely hostelry off the beaten track--at dead of night--a den of cutthroats and conspirators. I tracked the thief to his lair and forced him to give the money up to me."
"You forced him? . . . Oh! how splendid!" cried Crystal. "But then . . ."
"Ah, then! there was the hideousness of the plot. The thief, feeling himself unmasked, gave up his stolen booty; I forced him to his knees, and five wallets containing twenty-five million francs were safely in my pockets at last."
"You forced him--how splendid!" reiterated Crystal, whose glowing eyes were fixed upon Maurice with all the admiration which she felt.
"Yes! that money was in my pocket for the rest of the happy night, but the abominable thief knew well that his friend Victor de Marmont was on the road with five and twenty armed deserters in the pay of the Corsican brigand. Hardly had I left the hostelry and found my way back to the main road when I was surrounded, a.s.sailed, searched and robbed. I repeat!" continued St. Genis, warming to his own narrative, "what could I do alone against so many?--the thief and his hirelings I managed successfully, but with the money once in my possession I could not risk staying an hour longer than I could help in that den of cutthroats. But they were in league with de Marmont, and, though I would have guarded the King"s money with my life, it was filched from me ere I could draw a single weapon in its defence."
He had sunk in a chair, half exhausted with the effort of his own eloquence, and now, with elbows resting on his knees and head buried in his hands, he looked the picture of heroic misery.
Crystal said nothing for a while; there was a deep frown of puzzlement between her eyes.
"Maurice," she said resolutely at last, "you said just now that the thief was in collusion with his friend de Marmont. What did you mean by that?"
"I would rather that you guessed what I meant, Crystal," replied Maurice without looking up at her.
"You mean . . . that . . ." she began slowly.
"That it was Mr. Clyffurde, our English friend," broke in Madame tartly, "who robbed us on the broad highway. I suspected it all along."
"You suspected it, _ma tante_, and said nothing?" asked the girl, who obviously had not taken in the full significance of Maurice"s statement.
"I said absolutely nothing," replied Madame decisively, "firstly, because I did not think that I would be doing any good by putting my own surmises into my brother"s head, and, secondly, because I must confess that I thought that nice young Englishman had acted pour le bon motif."