"My ignorance of the perpetrators of the outrage makes my task difficult indeed. But rest a.s.sured, monsieur, that I shall question every man in Paris, if need be. I shall leave no stone unturned."
M. etienne still pensively regarded the chest.
"If you leave no key unturned, "twill be more to the purpose."
"You appear yet to nurse the belief that I have the packet. But as a matter of fact, monsieur, I have not."
I studied his grave face, and could not for the life of me make out whether he were lying. M. etienne said merely:
"Come, Felix."
"You"ll drink a gla.s.s before you go?" Peyrot cried hospitably, running to fill a goblet muddy with his last pouring. But M. etienne drew back.
"Well, I don"t blame you. I wouldn"t drink it myself if I were a count,"
Peyrot said, setting the draught to his own lips. "After this noon I shall drink it no more all summer. I shall live like a king.
_Kiss me, Folly; hug me, Mirth: Life without you"s nothing worth!_
Monsieur, can I lend you a hat?"
I had already opened the door and was holding it for my master to pa.s.s, when Peyrot picked up from the floor and held out to him a battered and dirty toque, with its draggled feather hanging forlornly over the side.
Chafed as he was, M. etienne could not deny a laugh to the rascal"s impudence.
"I cannot rob monsieur," he said.
"M. le Comte need have no scruple. I shall buy me better out of his fifty pistoles."
But M. etienne was out in the pa.s.sage, I following, banging the door after me. We went down the stair in time to Peyrot"s l.u.s.ty carolling:
_Mirth I"ll keep, though riches fly, While Folly"s sure to linger by!_
"Think you we"ll get the packet?" I asked.
"Aye. I think he wants his fifty pistoles. Mordieu! it"s galling to let this dog set the terms."
"Monsieur," I cried, "perhaps he"ll not stir out at once. I"ll run home for Vigo and his men, and we"ll make the rascal disgorge."
"Now are you more zealous than honest, boy."
I was silent, abashed, and he added:
"I had not been afraid to try conclusions with him, pistols or not, were I sure that he had the packet. I believe he has, yet there is the chance that, after all, in this one particular he speaks truth. I cannot take any chances; I must get those papers for Monsieur."
"Yes, we could not have done otherwise, M. etienne. But, monsieur, will you dare go to this inn? M. le Comte is a man in jeopardy; he may not keep rendezvous of the enemy"s choosing."
"I might not keep one of Lucas"s choosing. Though," he added, with a smile, "natheless, I think I should. But it is not likely this fellow knows of the warrant against me. Paris is a big place; news does not travel all over town as quickly as at St. Quentin. I think friend Peyrot has more to gain by playing fair than playing false, and appointing the cabaret of the Bonne Femme has a very open, pleasing sound. Did he mean to brain me he would scarce have set that place."
"It was not Peyrot alone I meant. But monsieur is so well known. In the streets, or at the dinner-hour, some one may see you who knows Mayenne is after you."
"Oh, of that I must take my chance," he made answer, no whit troubled by the warning. "I go home now for the ransom, and I will e"en be at the pains to doff this gear for something darker."
"Monsieur," I pleaded, "why not stay at home to get your dues of sleep?
Vigo will bring the gold; he and I will put the matter through."
"I ask not your advice," he cried haughtily; then with instant softening: "Nay, this is my affair, Felix. I have taken it upon myself to recover Monsieur his papers. I must carry it through myself to the very omega."
I said no more, partly because it would have done no good, partly because, in spite of the strange word, I understood how he felt.
"Perhaps you should go home and sleep," he suggested tenderly.
"Nay," cried I. "I had a cat-nap in the lane; I"m game to see it through."
"Then," he commanded, "you may stay here-abouts and watch that door. For I have some curiosity to know whether he will need to fare forth after the treasure. If he do as I guess, he will spend the next hours as you counsel me, making up arrears of sleep, and you"ll not see him till a quarter or so before eleven. But whenever he comes out, follow him. Keep your safe distance and dog him if you can."
"And if I lose him?"
"Come back home. Station yourself now where he won"t notice you. That arch there should serve."
We had been standing at the street corner, sheltered by a balcony over our heads from the view of Peyrot"s window.
"Monsieur," I said, "I do wish you would bring Vigo back with you."
"Felix," he laughed, "you are the worst courtier I ever saw."
I crossed the street as he told me, glancing up at the third story of the house of the Gilded Shears. No watcher was visible. From the archway, which was entrance to a court of tall houses, I could well command Peyrot"s door, myself in deep shadow M. etienne nodded to me and walked off whistling, staring full in the face every one he met.
I would fain have occupied myself as we guessed the knave Peyrot to be doing, and shut mine aching eyes in sleep. But I was sternly determined to be faithful to my trust, and though for my greater comfort--cold enough comfort it was--I sat me down on the paving-stones, yet I kept my eyelids propped open, my eyes on Peyrot"s door. I was helped in carrying out my virtuous resolve by the fact that the court was populous and my carca.s.s in the entrance much in the way of the busy pa.s.sers-by, so that full half of them swore at me, and the half of that half kicked me. The hard part was that I could not fight them because of keeping my eyes on Peyrot"s door.
He delayed so long and so long that I feared with shamed misgiving I must have let him slip, when at length, on the very stroke of eleven, he sauntered forth. He was yawning prodigiously, but set off past my lair at a smart pace. I followed at goodly distance, but never once did he glance around. He led the way straight to the sign of the Bonne Femme.
[Ill.u.s.tration: AT THE "BONNE FEMME."]
I entered two minutes after him, pa.s.sing from the cabaret, where my men were not, to the dining-hall, where, to my relief, they were. At two huge fireplaces savoury soups bubbled, juicy rabbits simmered, fat capons roasted; the smell brought the tears to my eyes. A concourse of people was about: gentles and burghers seated at table, or pa.s.sing in and out; waiters running back and forth from the fires, drawers from the cabaret. I paused to scan the throng, jostled by one and another, before I descried my master and my knave. M. etienne, the prompter at the rendezvous, had, like a philosopher, ordered dinner, but he had deserted it now and stood with Peyrot, their backs to the company, their elbows on the deep window-ledge, their heads close together. I came up suddenly to Peyrot"s side, making him jump.
"Oh, it"s you, my little gentleman!" he exclaimed, smiling to show all his firm teeth, as white and even as a court beauty"s. He looked in the best of humours, as was not wonderful, considering that he was engaged in fastening up in the breast of his doublet something hard and lumpy.
M. etienne held up a packet for me to see, before Peyrot"s shielding body; it was tied with red cord and sealed with a spread falcon over the tiny letters, _Je reviendrai_. In the corner was written very small, _St. Q._ Smiling, he put it into the breast of his doublet.
"Monsieur," my scamp said to him with close lips that the room might not hear, "you are a gentleman. If there ever comes a day when You-know-who is down and you are up, I shall be pleased to serve you as well as I have served him."
"I hanker not for such service as you have given him," M. etienne answered. Peyrot"s eyes twinkled brighter than ever.
"I have said it. I will serve you as vigourously as I have served him.
Bear me in mind, monsieur."
"Come, Felix," was all my lord"s answer.
Peyrot sprang forward to detain us.
"Monsieur, will you not dine with me? Both of you, I beg. I will have every wine the cellar affords."