"It would be in the way, my man," said the old woman, who quickly disappeared with Tortillard in the midst of the fog, which thickened with the twilight, and the hollow murmur of the wind as it moaned through the thick and leafless branches of the tall elms in the Champs Elysees.
"Let us go in," said Rodolph.
It was requisite to stoop in pa.s.sing in at the door of the cabaret, which was divided into two apartments. In one was a bar and a broken-down billiard-table; in the other, tables and garden chairs, which had once been painted green. Two narrow windows, with their cracked panes festooned with spiders" webs, cast a dim but not religious light on the damp walls.
Rodolph was alone for one moment only, during which Bras Rouge and the Schoolmaster had time to exchange some words, rapidly uttered, and some mysterious signs.
"You"ll take a gla.s.s of beer,--or brandy, perhaps,--whilst we wait for Finette?" said the Schoolmaster.
"No; I am not thirsty."
"Do as you like,--I am for a "drain" of brandy," said the ruffian; and he seated himself on one of the little green tables in the second apartment.
Darkness came on to this den so completely, that it was impossible to see in one of the angles of this inner apartment the open mouth of one of those cellars which are entered by a door in two divisions, one of which was constantly kept open for the convenience of access. The table at which the Schoolmaster sat was close upon this dark and deep hole, and he turned his back upon it, so that it was entirely concealed from Rodolph"s view.
He was looking through the window, in order to command his countenance and conceal the workings of his thoughts. The sight of Murphy speeding through the Allee des Veuves did not quite a.s.sure him; he was afraid that the worthy squire had not quite understood the full meaning of his note, necessarily so laconic, and containing only these words:
"This evening--ten o"clock. Be on your guard."
Resolved not to go to the Allee des Veuves before that moment, nor to lose sight of the Schoolmaster for an instant, he yet trembled at the idea of losing the only opportunity that might ever be afforded him of obtaining that secret which he was so excessively anxious to possess.
Although he was powerful and well armed, yet he had to deal with an unscrupulous a.s.sa.s.sin, capable of any and every thing. Not desiring, however, that his thoughts should be detected, he seated himself at the table with the Schoolmaster, and, by way of seeming at his ease, called for a gla.s.s of something. Bras Rouge having exchanged a few words, in a low tone, with the brigand, looked at Rodolph with an air in which curiosity, distrust, and contempt were mingled.
"It is my advice, young man," said the Schoolmaster, "that if my wife informs us that the persons we wish to see are within, we had better make our call about eight o"clock."
"That will be two hours too soon," said Rodolph; "and that will spoil all."
"Do you think so?"
"I am sure of it."
"Bah! amongst friends there should be no ceremony."
"I know them well, and I tell you that we must not think of going before ten o"clock."
"Are you out of your senses, young man?"
"I give you my opinion, and devil fetch me if I stir from here before ten o"clock."
"Don"t disturb yourself,--I never close my establishment before midnight," said Bras Rouge, in his falsetto voice; "it is the time when my best customers drop in; and my neighbours never complain of the noise which is made in my house."
"I must agree to all you wish, young man," continued the Schoolmaster.
"Be it so, then; we will not set out on our visit until ten o"clock."
"Here is the Chouette!" said Bras Rouge, hearing and replying to a warning cry similar to that which the Schoolmaster had uttered before he descended to the subterraneous abode.
A minute afterwards the Chouette entered the billiard-room alone.
"It is all right, my man,--I"ve done the trick!" cried the one-eyed hag, as she entered.
Bras Rouge discreetly withdrew, without asking a word about Tortillard, whom, perhaps, he did not expect to see return. The beldam sat with her face towards Rodolph and the brigand.
"Well?" said the Schoolmaster.
"The young fellow has told us all true, so far."
"Ah! you see I was right," exclaimed Rodolph.
"Let the Chouette tell her tale, young man. Come, tell us all about it, Finette."
"I went straight to No. 17, leaving Tortillard on the lookout and concealed in a corner. It was still daylight, and I rung at a side door which opens outwards, and here"s about two inches of s.p.a.ce between it and the sill; nothing else to notice. I rang; the porter opened. Before I pulled the bell I had put my bonnet in my pocket, that I might look like a neighbour. As soon as I saw the porter I pretended to cry violently, saying that I had lost a pet parrot, Cocotte,--a little darling that I adored. I told him I lived in the Rue Marboeuf, and that I had pursued Cocotte from garden to garden, and entreated him to allow me to enter and try and find the bird."
"Ah!" said the Schoolmaster, with an air of proud satisfaction, pointing to Finette, "what a woman!"
"Very clever," said Rodolph. "And what then?"
"The porter allowed me to look for the creature, and I went trotting all around the garden, calling "Cocotte! Cocotte!" and looked about me in every direction to scrutinise every thing. Inside the walls," continued the horrid old hag, going on with her description of the premises, "inside the walls, trellis-work all around,--a perfect staircase; at the left-hand corner of the wall a fir-tree, just like a ladder,--a lying-in woman might descend by it. The house has six windows on the ground floor, and has no upper story,--six small windows without any fastening.
The windows of the ground floor close with shutters, having hooks below and staples in the upper part: press in the bottom, use your steel file--"
"A push," said the Schoolmaster, "and it is open."
The Chouette continued:
"The entrance has a gla.s.s door, two Venetian blinds outside--"
"Memorandum," said the ruffian.
"Quite correct; it is as precise as if we saw it," said Rodolph.
"On the left," resumed the Chouette, "near the courtyard, is a well; the rope may be useful (for at that particular spot there is no trellis against the wall), in case retreat should be cut off in the direction of the door. On entering into the house--"
"You got inside the house, then? Young man, she got inside the house!"
said the Schoolmaster, with pride.
"To be sure I got in! Not finding Cocotte, I had made so much lamentation that I pretended I was quite out of breath; I begged the porter to allow me to sit down on the step of the door, and he very kindly asked me to step in, offering me a gla.s.s of wine and water. "A gla.s.s of plain water," I said; "plain water only, my good sir." Then he made me go into the antechamber,--carpeted all over; good precaution,--footsteps or broken gla.s.s cannot be heard, if we must "mill the glaze" (break a pane of gla.s.s); right and left, doors with sliding bolts, which open by a gentle push from the top. At the bottom was a strong door, locked,--it looked very like a money-chest. I had my wax in my basket--"
"She had her wax, young man! She never goes without her wax!" said the brigand.
The Chouette proceeded:
"It was necessary to approach the door which smelled so strongly of the cash, so I pretended that I was seized with a fit of coughing,--so violent, that I was compelled to lean against the wall for support.
Hearing me cough, the porter said,"I"ll fetch you a morsel of sugar to put in your water." He probably looked for a spoon, for I heard plate c.h.i.n.k,--plate in the room on the left-hand; don"t forget that, _fourline_. Well, coughing and wheezing, I reached the door at the bottom,--I had my wax in the palm of my hand. I leaned against the lock as though accidentally, and here is the impression; we may not want it to-day, but another time it may be useful."
And the Chouette gave the brigand a bit of yellow wax, on which the print of the lock was perfectly impressed.
"You can tell us whether this is the door of the money-chest," said the Chouette.
"It is, and there is the cash," replied Rodolph; and then said to himself, "Has Murphy, then, been the dupe of this cursed old hag?
Perhaps so, and he only expects to be a.s.sailed at ten o"clock; by that time every precaution will have been taken."