Restored to himself after a few moments, the Schoolmaster darted off in pursuit of Rodolph, but he had disappeared with the charcoal-man in the dark labyrinth of the streets of the Cite, and the brigand found it useless to follow.
At the moment when the Schoolmaster had returned, foaming with rage, two persons, approaching from the opposite side to that by which Rodolph had disappeared, entered into the _tapis-franc_, hastily, and out of breath, as if they had been running far and fast. Their first impulse was to look around the room.
"How unfortunate!" said one of them; "he has gone,--another opportunity lost."
The two newcomers spoke in English. The Goualeuse, horror-struck at meeting with the Chouette, and dreading the threats of the Schoolmaster, took advantage of the tumult and confusion caused by the arrival of the two fresh guests in the _tapis-franc_, and, quietly gliding out by the half-opened door, left the cabaret.
CHAPTER VI.
THOMAS SEYTON AND THE COUNTESS SARAH.
The two persons who had just entered the _tapis-franc_ were quite of another cla.s.s from those who ordinarily frequented it. One, tall and erect, had hair almost white, black eyebrows and whiskers, a long and tanned face, with a stiff, formal air. His long frock coat was b.u.t.toned up to the throat, _a la militaire_. We shall call this individual Thomas Seyton. His companion was young, pale, and handsome, and appeared about thirty-one or two years of age. His hair, eyebrows, and eyes were of a deep black, which showed off the more fully the pure whiteness of his face. By his step, the smallness of his stature, and the delicacy of his features, it was easy to detect a woman in male habiliments. This female was the Countess Sarah Macgregor. We will hereafter inform our readers of the motives and events which had brought the countess and her brother into this cabaret of the Cite.
"Call for something to drink, Thomas, and ask the people here about _him_; perhaps they may give us some information," said Sarah, still speaking English.
The man with white hair and black eyebrows sat down at a table, whilst Sarah was wiping her forehead, and said to the ogress, in excellent French, "Madame, let us have something to drink, if you please."
The entrance of these two persons into the _tapis-franc_ had excited universal attention. Their dress, their manners, all announced that they never frequented low drinking-shops, whilst, by their restless looks and disturbed countenances, it might be judged that some very powerful motives had led them hither. The Chourineur, the Schoolmaster, and the Chouette viewed them with increasing curiosity.
Startled by the appearance of such strange customers, the ogress shared in the general surprise. Thomas Seyton, a second time, and with an impatient tone, said, "We have called for something to drink, ma"am; pray let us have it."
Mother Ponisse, flattered by their courtesy of manner, left her bar, and, coming towards her new guests, leaned her arms on their table, and said, "Will you have a pint of wine in measure or a bottle?"
"A bottle of wine, gla.s.ses, and some water."
The ogress brought the supplies demanded, and Thomas Seyton threw her a five-franc piece, and refused the change which she offered to him.
"Keep it, my good woman, for yourself, and perhaps you will take a gla.s.s with us."
"You"re uncommon purlite, sir," looking at the countess"s brother with as much surprise as grat.i.tude.
"But tell me, now," said he; "we had appointed to meet a friend in a cabaret in this street, and have, perhaps, mistaken the house in coming here."
"This is the "White Rabbit," at your service, sir."
"That"s right enough, then," said Thomas, making a sign to Sarah; "yes, it was at the "White Rabbit" that he was to give us the meeting."
"There are not two "White Rabbits" in this street," said the ogress, with a toss of her head. "But what sort of a person was your friend?"
"Tall, slim, and with hair and moustaches of light chestnut," said Seyton.
"Exactly, exactly; that"s the man who has just gone out. A charcoal-man, very tall and stout, came in and said a few words to him, and they left together."
"The very man we want to meet," said Tom.
"Were they alone here?" inquired Sarah.
"Why, the charcoal-man only came in for one moment; but your comrade supped here with the Chourineur and Goualeuse;" and with a nod of her head, the ogress pointed out the individual of the party who was left still in the cabaret.
Thomas and Sarah turned towards the Chourineur. After contemplating him for a few minutes, Sarah said, in English, to her companion, "Do you know this man?"
"No; Karl lost all trace of Rodolph at the entrance of these obscure streets. Seeing Murphy disguised as a charcoal-seller, keeping watch about this cabaret, and constantly peeping through the windows, he was afraid that something wrong was going on, and so came to warn us.
Murphy, no doubt, recognised him."
During this conversation, held in a very low tone, and in a foreign tongue, the Schoolmaster said to the Chouette, looking at Tom and Sarah, "The swell has sh.e.l.led out a "bull" to the ogress. It is just twelve, rains and blows like the devil. When they leave the "crib," we will be on their "lay," and draw the "flat" of his "blunt." As his "mot" is with him, he"ll hold his jaw."
If Tom and Sarah had heard this foul language, they would not have understood it, and would not have detected the plot against them.
"Be quiet, _fourline_," answered the Chouette; "if the "cull" sings out for the "traps," I have my vitriol in my pocket, and will break the phial in his "patter-box." Nothing like a drink to keep children from crying," she added. "Tell me, darling, sha"n"t we lay hands on Pegriotte the first time we meet with her? And only let me once get her to our place, and I"ll rub her chops with my vitriol, and then my lady will no longer be proud of her fine skin."
"Well said, Chouette; I shall make you my wife some day or other," said the Schoolmaster; "you have no equal for skill and courage. On that night with the cattle-dealer, I had an opportunity of judging of you; and I said, "Here"s the wife for me; she works better than a man.""
"And you said right, _fourline_; if the Skeleton had had a woman like me at his elbow, he would not have been nabbed with his gully in the dead man"s weasand."
"He"s done up, and now he will not leave the "stone jug," except to kiss the headsman"s daughter, and be a head shorter."
"What strange language these people talk!" said Sarah, who had involuntarily heard the last few words of the conversation between the Schoolmaster and the Chouette. Then she added, pointing to the Chourineur, "If we ask this man some questions about Rodolph, perhaps he may be able to answer them."
"We can but try," replied Thomas, who said to the Chourineur, "Comrade, we expected to find in this cabaret a friend of ours; he supped with you, I find. Perhaps, as you know him, you will tell us which way he has gone?"
"I know him because he gave me a precious good hiding two hours ago, to prevent me from beating Goualeuse."
"And have you never seen him before?"
"Never; we met by chance in the alley which leads to Bras Rouge"s house."
"Hostess, another bottle of the best," said Thomas Seyton.
Sarah and he had hardly moistened their lips, and their gla.s.ses were still full; but Mother Ponisse, doubtless anxious to pay proper respect to her own cellar, had frequently filled and emptied hers.
"And put it on the table where that gentleman sits, if he will permit,"
added Thomas, who, with Sarah, seated themselves beside the Chourineur, who was as much astonished as flattered by such politeness.
The Schoolmaster and the Chouette were talking over their own dark plans in low tones and "flash" language. The bottle being brought, and Sarah and her brother seated with the Chourineur and the ogress, who had considered a second invitation as superfluous, the conversation was resumed.
"You told us, my good fellow, that you met our comrade Rodolph in the house where Bras Rouge lives?" inquired Thomas Seyton, as he hob and n.o.bbed with the Chourineur.
"Yes, my good fellow," replied he, as he emptied his gla.s.s at a gulp.
"What a singular name is Bras Rouge! What is this Bras Rouge?"
"_Il pastique la maltouze_" (smuggles), said the Chourineur, in a careless tone, and then added, "This is jolly good wine, Mother Ponisse!"
"If you think so, do not spare it, my fine fellow," said Seyton, and he filled the Chourineur"s gla.s.s as he spoke.