"Exactly."
"And unknown to the prosecution?"
"Precisely."
"Well, I cannot possibly serve you."
The young advocate knew too well how such things work not to be prepared for a certain amount of resistance; and he had thought of means to overcome it.
"That is not your final decision, my dear Goudar?" he said.
"Pardon me. I am not my own master. I have my duty to fulfil, and my daily occupation."
"You can at any time obtain leave of absence for a month."
"So I might; but they would certainly wonder at such a furlough at headquarters. They would probably have me watched; and, if they found out that I was doing police work for private individuals, they would scold me grievously, and deprive themselves henceforth of my services."
"Oh!"
"There is no "oh!" about it. They would do what I tell you, and they would be right; for, after all, what would become of us, and what would become of the safety and liberty of us all, if any one could come and use the agents of the police for his private purposes? And what would become of me if I should lose my place?"
"M. de Boiscoran"s family is very rich, and they would prove their grat.i.tude magnificently to the man who would save him."
"And if I did not save him? And if, instead of gathering proof of his innocence, I should only meet with more evidence of his guilt?"
The objection was so well founded, that M. Folgat preferred not to discuss it.
"I might," he said, "hand you at once, and as a retainer, a considerable sum, which you could keep, whatever the result might be."
"What sum? A hundred Napoleons? Certainly a hundred Napoleons are not to be despised; but what would they do for me if I were turned out? I have to think of somebody else besides myself. I have a wife and a child; and my whole fortune consists in this little cottage, which is not even entirely paid for. My place is not a gold-mine; but, with the special rewards which I receive, it brings me, good years and bad years, seven or eight thousand francs, and I can lay by two or three thousand."
The young lawyer stopped him by a friendly gesture, and said,--
"If I were to offer you ten thousand francs?"
"A year"s income."
"If I offered you fifteen thousand!"
Goudar made no reply; but his eyes spoke.
"It is a most interesting case, this case of M. de Boiscoran," continued M. Folgat, "and such as does not occur often. The man who should expose the emptiness of the accusation would make a great reputation for himself."
"Would he make friends also at the bar?"
"I admit he would not."
The detective shook his head.
"Well, I confess," he said, "I do not work for glory, nor from love of my art. I know very well that vanity is the great motive-power with some of my colleagues; but I am more practical. I have never liked my profession; and, if I continue to practise it, it is because I have not the money to go into any other. It drives my wife to despair, besides: she is only half alive as long as I am away; and she trembles every morning for fear I may be brought home with a knife between my shoulders."
M. Folgat had listened attentively; but at the same time he had pulled out a pocket-book, which looked decidedly plethoric, and placed it on the table.
"With fifteen thousand francs," he said, "a man may do something."
"That is true. There is a piece of land for sale adjoining my garden, which would suit me exactly. Flowers bring a good price in Paris, and that business would please my wife. Fruit, also yields a good profit."
The advocate knew now that he had caught his man.
"Remember, too, my dear Goudar, that, if you succeed, these fifteen thousand francs would only be a part payment. They might, perhaps, double the sum. M. de Boiscoran is the most liberal of men, and he would take pleasure in royally rewarding the man who should have saved him."
As he spoke, he opened the pocket-book, and drew from it fifteen thousand-franc notes, which he spread out on the table.
"To any one but to you," he went on, "I should hesitate to pay such a sum in advance. Another man might take the money, and never trouble himself about the affair. But I know your uprightness; and, if you give me your word in return for the notes, I shall be satisfied. Come, shall it be so?"
The detective was evidently not a little excited; for, self-possessed as he was, he had turned somewhat pale. He hesitated, handled the bank-notes, and then, all of a sudden, said,--
"Wait two minutes."
He got up instantly, and ran towards the house.
"Is he going to consult his wife?" M. Folgat asked himself.
He did so; for the next moment they appeared at the other end of the walk, engaged in a lively discussion. However, the discussion did not last long. Goudar came back to the bower, and said,--
"Agreed! I am your man!"
The advocate was delighted, and shook his hand.
"Thank you!" he cried; "for, with your a.s.sistance, I am almost sure of success. Unfortunately, we have no time to lose. When can you go to work?"
"This moment. Give me time to change my costume; and I am at your service. You will have to give me the keys of the house in Pa.s.sy."
"I have them here in my pocket."
"Well, then let us go there at once; for I must, first of all, reconnoitre the ground. And you shall see if it takes me long to dress."
In less than fifteen minutes he reappeared in a long overcoat, with gloves on, looking, for all the world, like one of those retired grocers who have made a fortune, and settled somewhere outside of the corporation of Paris, displaying their idleness in broad daylight, and repenting forever that they have given up their occupation.
"Let us go," he said to the lawyer.
After having bowed to Mrs. Goudar, who accompanied them with a radiant smile, they got into the carriage, calling out to the driver,--
"Vine Street, Pa.s.sy, No. 23."
This Vine Street is a curious street, leading nowhere, little known, and so deserted, that the gra.s.s grows everywhere. It stretches out long and dreary, is hilly, muddy, scarcely paved, and full of holes, and looks much more like a wretched village lane than like a street belonging to Paris. No shops, only a few homes, but on the right and the left interminable walls, overtopped by lofty trees.
"Ah! the place is well chosen for mysterious rendezvouses," growled Goudar. "Too well chosen, I dare say; for we shall pick up no information here."