"Is that the case?" murmured Gaston, growing sick with apprehension.
"Yes, I sent them to my cloth merchants at St. Etienne, Rollon and Company."
Van Klopen was a clever scoundrel, but he sometimes lacked the necessary perception of when he had said enough; and this was proved to-day, for, agitated by the steady gaze that Andre kept upon him, he added,--
"If you do not believe my word, I can show you the acknowledgment that I received from that firm."
"It is unnecessary," replied Andre. "Your statement is quite sufficient."
"I should prefer to let you see the letter."
"No, thank you," replied Andre, not for a moment duped by the game that was being played. "Pray take no more trouble. We shall, I presume, find that the bills are at St. Etienne. There is no use in taking any more trouble about them, and we will wait until they arrive at maturity. I have the honor to wish you good morning."
And with these words he dragged away Gaston, who was actually about to consult Van Klopen as to the most becoming costume for Zora to appear in on leaving the prison of St. Lazare. When they were a few doors from the man-milliner"s, Andre stopped and wrote down the names of Van Klopen"s cloth merchants. Gaston was now quite at his ease.
"I think," remarked he, "that Van Klopen is a sharp fellow; he knows that I am to be relied on."
"Where do you think your bills are?"
"At St. Etienne"s, of course."
The perfect innocence of the boy elicited from Andre a gesture of impatient commiseration.
"Listen to me," said he, "and see if you can comprehend the awful position in which you have placed yourself."
"I am listening, my dear fellow; pray go on."
"You drew these bills through Verminet because Van Klopen would not give you credit."
"Exactly so."
"How, then, do you account for the fact that this man, who was at first disinclined to trust you, should without rhyme or reason, offer to supply you now as he did to-day?"
"The deuce! That never struck me. It does seem queer. Does he want to play me a nasty trick? But which of them is it--Verminet or Van Klopen?"
"It is plain to me that the pair of them have entered into a pleasant little plot to blackmail you."
Young Gandelu did not at all like this turn, and he exclaimed,--
"Blackmail me, indeed! why, I know my way about better than that. They won"t get much out of me, I can tell you."
Andre shrugged his shoulders.
"Then," said he, "just tell me what you intend to say to Verminet when he comes to you upon the day your bills fall due, and says to you, "Give me one hundred thousand francs for these five little bits of paper, or I go straight to your father with them"?"
"I should say, of course--ah, well, I really do not know what I should say."
"You could say nothing, except that you had been imposed on in the most infamous way. You would plead for time, and Verminet would give it to you if you would execute a deed insuring him one hundred thousand francs on the day you came of age."
"A hundred thousand devils are all the rogue would get from me. That"s the way I do things, do you see? If people try and ride roughshod over me, I merely hit out, and then just look out for broken bones. Pay this chap? Not I! I know the governor would make an almighty shine, but I"ll choose that sooner than be had like that."
He was quite serious but could only put his feelings into the language he usually spoke.
"I think," answered Andre, "that your father would forgive this imprudence, but that it will be even harder for him to do so than it was to send a doctor to number the hours he had to live. He will forgive you because he is your father, and because he loves you; but Verminet, when he finds that the threat to go to your father does not appall you, will menace you with criminal proceedings."
"Hulloo!" said Gandelu, stopping short. "I say, that is very poor fun,"
gasped he.
"There is no fun in it, for such fun, when brought to the notice of a court of justice, goes by the ugly name of forgery, and forgery means a swinging heavy sentence."
Gaston turned pale, and trembled from head to foot.
"Tried and sentenced," faltered he. "No, I don"t believe you, but I hold no honors and will turn up my cards." He quite forgot that he was in the public street, and was talking at the top of his shrill falsetto voice, and gesticulating violently.
"The poor old governor, I might have made him so happy, and, after all, I have only been a torment to him. Ah, could I but begin once more; but then the cards are dealt, and I must go on with the game, and I have made a nice muddle of the whole thing before I am twenty years of age; but no criminal courts for me, no, the easiest way out of it is a pistol shot, for I am an honest man"s son, and I will not bring more disgrace on him than I have already done."
"Do you really mean what you say?" asked Andre.
"Of course I do. I can be firm enough sometimes."
"Then we will not despair yet," answered the young painter. "I think that we shall be able to settle this ugly business, but you cannot be too cautious. Keep indoors, and remember that I may have urgent need of you at almost any time of day or night."
"I agree, but remember this, Zora is not to be forgotten."
"Don"t fret over that; I will call and see her to-morrow. And now, farewell for to-day, as I have not an instant to lose," and with these words Andre hurried off.
Andre"s reason for haste was that he had caught a few words addressed by Verminet to Croisenois--"I shall see Mascarin at four o"clock." And he determined to loiter about the Rue St. Anne, and watch the Managing Director when he came out, and so find out who this Mascarin was, who he was certain was mixed up in the plot. He darted down the Rue de Grammont like an arrow from a bow, and as the clock in a neighboring belfry chimed half-past three, he was in the Rue St. Anne. There was a small wine-shop almost opposite to the office of the Mutual Loan Society, and there Andre ensconced himself and made a frugal meal, while he was waiting for Verminet"s appearance, and just as he had finished his light refreshment he saw the man he wanted come out of the office, and crept cautiously after him like a Red Indian on the trail of his enemy.
CHAPTER XXV.
THE SPY.
As Verminet swaggered down the street he had the air of a successful man, of a capitalist, in short, and the Managing Director of a highly lucrative concern. Andre had no difficulty in following his man, though detective"s business was quite new to him, which is no such easy matter, although every one thinks that he can become one. Andre kept his man in sight, and was astonished at the numerous acquaintances that Verminet seemed to have. Occasionally he said to himself, "Perhaps I am mistaken after all, for fancy is a bad pair of spectacles to see through. This man may be honest, and I have let my imagination lead me astray."
Meanwhile, Verminet who had reached the Boulevard Poisonniere, a.s.sumed a totally different air, throwing off his old manner as he cast away his cigar. When he had reached the Rue Montorgueil he turned underneath a large archway. Verminet had gone into the office of M. B. Mascarin, and that person simply kept a Servants" Registry Office for domestics of both s.e.xes. In spite of his surprise, however, he determined to wait for Verminet to come out; and, not to give himself the air of loitering about the place, he crossed the road and appeared to be interested in watching three workmen who were engaged in fixing the revolving shutters to a new shop window. Luckily for the young painter he had not to wait a very long while, for in less than a quarter of an hour Verminet came out, accompanied by two men. The one was tall and thin, and wore a pair of spectacles with colored gla.s.ses, while the other was stout and ruddy, with the unmistakable air of a man of the world about him. Andre would have given the twenty thousand francs which he still had in his pocket if he could have heard a single word of their conversation. He was moving skilfully forward so as to place himself within earshot, when not two feet from him he heard a shrill whistle twice repeated. There was something so strange and curious in the sound of this whistle that Andre looked round and noticed that the three men whom he was watching had been also attracted by it. The tall man with the colored gla.s.ses glanced suspiciously around him, and then after a nod to his companions turned and re-entered the office, while Verminet and the other walked away arm in arm. Andre was undecided; should he try and discover who these two men were? Near the entrance he saw a lad selling hot chestnuts. "Ah!"
said he, "the little chestnut seller will always be there; but I may lose the others if I stay here." He followed the two men as quickly as possible. They did not go very far, and speedily entered a fine house in the Rue Montmartre. Here Andre was for a moment puzzled, as he did not know to whom they were paying a visit, but noticing an inscription on the wall of "Cashier"s Office on the first floor," he exclaimed,--
"Ah! it is to the banker"s they have gone!"
He questioned a man coming downstairs and heard that M. Martin Rigal, the banker, had his offices and residence there.
"I have struck a vein of good luck to-day," thought he; "and now if my little friend the chestnut seller can only tell me the names of these men, I have done a good day"s work. I _do_ hope that he has not gone."
The boy was still there, and he had two customers standing by the chafing-dish which contained the glowing charcoal, and a working lad in cap and blouse was arguing so hotly with the lad that they did not notice Andre"s appearance.
"You can stow that chat," said the boy; "I have told your father the price I would take. You want my station and stock-in-trade. Hand over two hundred and fifty francs, and they are yours."