He was shouting as well. But the door closed with absolute tightness; it had not even a keyhole. His cries came to us m.u.f.fled and inarticulate.
"Corpo di Bacco!" M. etienne exclaimed, with a face of childlike surprise. "Some one is in a fine hurry to enter! Do you not let him in, Sir Master of the Household?"
"I wonder who he"s got there now," Pierre muttered to himself in French, staring in puzzled wise at the door. Then he answered M. etienne with a laugh:
"No, my innocent; I do not let him in. It might cost me my neck to open that door. Come along now. I must see you out and get back to my trenchers."
We met not a soul on the stairs, every one, served or servants, being in the supper-room. We pa.s.sed the sentry without question, and round the corner without hindrance. M. etienne stopped to heave a sigh of thanksgiving.
"I thought we were done for that time!" he panted. "Mordieu! another scored off Lucas! Come, let us make good time home! "Twere wise to be inside our gates when he gets out of that closet."
We made good time, ever listening for the haro after us. But we heard it not. We came unmolested up the street at the back, of the Hotel St.
Quentin, on our way to the postern. Monsieur took the key out of his doublet, saying as we walked around the corner tower:
"Well, it appears we are safe at home."
"Yes, M. etienne."
Even as I uttered the words, three men from the shadow of the wall sprang out and seized us.
"This is he!" one cried. "M. le Comte de Mar, I have the pleasure of taking you to the Bastille."
XXVII
_The countersign._
Instantly two more men came running from the postern arch. The five were upon us like an avalanche. One pinned my arms while another gagged me.
Two held M. etienne, a third stopping his mouth.
"Prettily done," quoth the leader. "Not a squeal! Morbleu! I wasn"t anxious to have old Vigo out disputing my rights."
M. etienne"s wrists were neatly trussed by this time. At a word from the leader, our captors turned us about and marched us up the lane by Mirabeau"s garden, where Bernet"s blood lay rusty on the stones. We offered no resistance whatever; we should only have been prodded with a sword-point for our pains. I made out, despite the thickening twilight, the familiar uniform of the burgher guard; M. de Belin, having bagged the wrong bird once, had now caught the right one.
The captain bade one of the fellows go call the others off; I could guess that the job had been done thoroughly, every approach to the house guarded. I gnashed my teeth over the gag, that I had not suspected the danger. The truth was, both of us had our heads so full of mademoiselle, of Mayenne, and of Lucas, that we had forgotten the governor and his preposterous warrant.
They led us into the Rue de l"eveque, where was waiting the same black coach that had stood before the Oie d"Or, the same Louis on the box. Its lamps were lighted; by their glimmer our captors for the first time saw us fairly.
"Why, captain," cried the man at M. etienne"s elbow, "this is no Comte de Mar! The Comte de Mar is fair-haired; I"ve seen him scores of times."
"The Comte de Mar answers to the name of etienne, and so does this fellow," the captain answered. He took the candle from one of the lamps and held it in M. etienne"s face. Then he put out a sudden hand, and pulled the wig off.
"Good for you, captain!" cried the men. We were indeed unfortunate to encounter an officer with brains.
"We"ll take your gag off too, M. le Comte, in the coach," the captain told him.
"Will you bring the la.s.s along, captain?"
"Not exactly," the leader laughed. "A fine prison it would be, could a felon have his bonnibel at his side. No, I"ll leave the maid; but she needn"t give the alarm yet. Do you stay awhile with her, L"Estrange; you"ll not mind the job. Keep her a quarter of an hour, and then let her go her ways."
They bundled my lord into the coach, box and all, the captain and two men with him. The fourth clambered up beside Louis as he cracked his whip and rattled smartly down the street.
My guardian stole a loving arm around my waist and marched me down the quiet lane between the garden walls. He was clutching my right wrist, but my left hand was free, and I fumbled at my gag. In the middle of the deserted lane he halted.
"Now, my beauty, if you"ll be good I"ll take that stopper off. But if you make a scream, by Heaven, it"ll be your last!"
I shook my head and squeezed his hand imploringly, while he, holding me tight in one sinewy arm, plucked left-handedly at the knot. I waited, meek as Griselda, till the gag was off, and then I let him have it.
Volleying curses, I hammered him square in the eye.
It was a mad course, for he was armed, I not. But instead of stabbing, he dropped me like a hot coal, gasping in the blankest consternation:
"Thousand devils! It"s a boy!"
A second later, when he recollected himself, I was tearing down the lane.
I am a good runner, and then, any one can run well when he runs for his life. Despite the wretched kirtle tying up my legs, I gained on him, and when I had reached the corner of our house, he dropped the pursuit and made off in the darkness. I ran full tilt round to the great gate, bellowing for the sentry to open. He came at once, with a dripping torch, to burst into roars of laughter at the sight of me. My wig was somewhere in the lane behind me; he knew me perfectly in my silly toggery. He leaned against the wall, helpless with laughing, shouting feebly to his comrades to come share the jest. I, you may well imagine, saw nothing funny about it, but kicked and shook the grilles in my rage and impatience. He did open to me at length, and in I dashed, clamouring for Vigo. He had appeared in the court by this, as also half a dozen of the guard, who surrounded me with shouts of astonished mockery; but I, little heeding, cried to the equery:
"Vigo, M. le Comte is arrested! He"s in the Bastille!"
Vigo grasped my arm, and lifted rather than led me in at the guard-room door, slamming it in the soldiers" faces.
"Now, Felix."
"M. etienne!" I gasped--"M. etienne is arrested! They were lying in wait for him at the back of the house, by the tower. They"ve taken him off in a coach to the Bastille."
"Who have?"
"The governor"s guard. You"ll saddle and pursue? You"ll rescue him?"
"How long ago?"
"About ten minutes. The coach was standing in the Rue de l"eveque. They left a man guarding me, but I broke away."
"It can"t be done," Vigo said. "They"ll be out of the quarter by now. If I could catch them at all, it would be close by the Bastille. No good in that; no use fighting four regiments. What the devil are they arresting him for, Felix? I understand Mayenne wants his blood, but what has the city guard to do with it?"
"It"s Lucas"s game," I said. Then I remembered that we had not confided to him the tale of the first arrest. I went on to tell of the adventure of the Trois Lanternes, and, reflecting that he might better know just how the land lay with us, I made a clean breast of everything--the fight before Ferou"s house, the rescue, the rencounter in the tunnel, to-day"s excursion, and all that befell in the council-room. I wound up with a second full account of our capture under the very walls of the house, our garroting before we could cry on the guards to save us. Vigo said nothing for some time; at length he delivered himself:
"Monsieur wouldn"t have a patrol about the house. He wouldn"t publish to the mob that he feared any danger whatever. Of course no one foresaw this. However, the arrest is the best thing could have happened."
"Vigo!" I gasped in horror. Was Vigo turned traitor? The solid earth reeled beneath my feet.
"He"d never rest till he got himself killed," Vigo went on. "Monsieur"s hot enough, but M. etienne"s mad to bind. If they hadn"t caught him to-night he"d have been in some worse pickle to-morrow; while, as it is, he"s safe from swords at least."
"But they can murder as well in the Bastille as elsewhere!" I cried.
Vigo shook his head.