"I do wish it."
"Well, then, we do not separate before evening, or else--"
"Or else?"
"I shall think that you are making "a plant" for me, and that"s the reason you wish to part company now."
"If I wished to set the "traps" after you, what is to prevent my doing so this evening?"
"Why, everything. You did not expect that I should propose the affair to you so soon, and if you do not leave us you cannot put anybody up to it."
"You mistrust me, then?"
"Most extremely. But as what you propose may be quite true and honest, and the half of sixty thousand francs is worth a risk, I am willing to try for it; but this evening, or never; if never, I shall have my suspicions of you confirmed, and one day or other I will take care and let you dine off a dish of my cooking."
"And I will return your compliment, rely on it."
"Oh, this is all stuff and nonsense!" said the Chouette. "I think with _fourline_, to-night or never."
Rodolph was in a state of extreme anxiety; if he allowed this opportunity to escape of laying hands on the Schoolmaster, he might never again light on him. The ruffian would ever afterwards be on his guard, or if recognised, apprehended, and taken back to the Bagne, would carry with him that secret which Rodolph had so much interest in discovering. Confiding in his address and courage, and trusting to chance, he said to the Schoolmaster:
"Agreed, then; and we will not part company before evening."
"Then I"m your man. It is now two o"clock; it is some distance from here to the Allee des Veuves; it is raining again in torrents; let us pay the reckoning and take a coach."
"If we have a coach, I should like first to smoke a cigar."
"Why not?" said the Schoolmaster. "Finette does not mind the smell of tobacco."
"Well, then, I"ll go and fetch some cigars," said Rodolph, rising.
"Pray don"t give yourself that trouble," said the Schoolmaster, stopping him; "Finette will go."
Rodolph resumed his seat. The Schoolmaster had penetrated his design.
The Chouette went out.
"What a clever manager I have, haven"t I?" said the ruffian; "and so tractable, she would throw herself into the fire for me."
"Apropos of fire, it is not overwarm here," replied Rodolph, placing both his hands under his blouse; and then, continuing his conversation with the Schoolmaster, he took out a lead-pencil and a morsel of paper, which he had in his waistcoat pocket, without being detected, and wrote some words hastily, taking care to make his letters wide apart, so that they might be more legible; for he wrote under his blouse, and without seeing what he wrote.
This note escaped the penetration of the Schoolmaster; the next thing was to enable it to reach its address.
Rodolph rose and went listlessly towards the window, and began to hum a tune between his teeth, accompanying himself on the window gla.s.ses.
The Schoolmaster came up to the window and said to Rodolph:
"What tune are you playing?"
"I am playing "_Tu n"auras pas ma rose._""
"And a very pretty tune it is. I should like to know if it would have the effect of making any of the pa.s.sers-by turn round?"
"I had no such intention."
"You are wrong, young man; for you are playing the tambourine on that pane of gla.s.s with all your might. But I was thinking, the porter of this house in the Allee des Veuves is perhaps a stout fellow; if he resists, you have only your pistol, which is a noisy weapon, whilst a tool like this (and he showed Rodolph the handle of his poniard) makes no noise, and does not disturb anybody."
"Do you mean, then, to a.s.sa.s.sinate him?" exclaimed Rodolph. "If you have any such intention, let us give up the job altogether; I will have no hand in it,--so don"t rely on me--"
"But if he wakes?"
"We will take to our heels."
"Well, just as you like; only it is better to come to a clear understanding beforehand. So, then, ours is simply a mere robbery with forcible entry--"
"Nothing more."
"That"s very silly and contemptible; but so be it."
"And as I will not leave you for a second," thought Rodolph, "I will prevent you from shedding blood."
CHAPTER XIII.
PREPARATIONS.
The Chouette returned to the room, bringing the cigars with her.
"I don"t think it rains now," said Rodolph, lighting his cigar. "Suppose we go and fetch the coach ourselves,--it will stretch our legs."
"What! not rain!" replied the Schoolmaster; "are you blind? Do you think I will expose Finette to the chance of catching cold, and exposing her precious life, and spoiling her new shawl?"
"You are right, old fellow; it rains cats and dogs. Let the servant come and we can pay him, and desire him to fetch us a coach," replied Rodolph.
"That"s the most sensible thing you have said yet, young fellow; we may go and look about as we seek the Allee des Veuves."
The servant entered, and Rodolph gave her five francs.
"Ah, sir, it is really an imposition,--I cannot allow it," exclaimed the Schoolmaster.
"Oh, all right; your turn next time."
"Be it so, but on condition that I shall offer you something, by and by, in a little cabaret in the Champs Elysees,--a capital little snuggery that I know of."
"Just as you like."
The servant paid, and they left the room.