As Roubaud left his apartments, upstairs, over the waiting-rooms, he found Madame Lebleu, the wife of the cashier, standing7 motionless in the middle of the central corridor, on which the lodgings8 of the members of the staff opened. For weeks past this lady had been in the habit of getting up during the night to watch Mademoiselle Guichon, the office-keeper, whom she suspected of carrying on an intrigue10 with M. Dabadie, the station-master. As a matter of fact, she had never surprised the least thing, not a shadow, not a breath. And, again on this particular morning, she had quickly returned to her own quarters, taking no news back[Pg 67] with her, save the expression of her astonishment11 at what she had caught sight of in the rooms occupied by the Roubauds, during the two or three seconds the husband had required to open and shut the door. There she had seen the beautiful Séverine, who was in the habit of lying abed until nine o'clock in the morning, standing up in the dining-room dressed, combed, and booted. And she had roused Lebleu to tell him of this extraordinary occurrence.
On the previous night they sat up until the arrival of the Paris express at 11.5, burning to learn what had become of the affair with the sub-prefect. But they were unable to read anything in the attitude of the Roubauds, who returned with faces wearing their everyday expression; and in vain did they listen until midnight: not a sound came from the rooms occupied by their neighbours, who must have gone to bed at once, and fallen fast asleep. Their journey could certainly not have been attended with a good result, otherwise Séverine would not have risen at such an early hour. The cashier having inquired how she looked, his wife had been at pains to describe her: very stiff, very pale, with her great blue eyes appearing so bright against her black hair; she was standing quite still, and had the aspect of a somnambulist. But they would find out all about it in the course of the day.
Down below, Roubaud found his colleague Moulin, who had been on duty during the night; and as he took over the service, Moulin walked along with him for a minute or two, posting him up in the few small events that had occurred since the previous evening: some vagrants13 had been surprised as they were effecting an entrance into the cloakroom; three porters had been reprimanded for indiscipline; a coupling-hook had just broken while the Montivilliers train was being made-up. Roubaud listened in silence, and with calm countenance14. He was only a trifle pale, due no doubt to a remainder of fatigue15, which was also visible[Pg 68] in his heavy eyes. When his colleague ceased speaking, he still seemed to look at him inquiringly, as if he expected something more. But what he had heard was all, and he bent16 his head, gazing for an instant on the ground.
As the two men walked along the platform they reached the end of the corrugated17 iron roofing, and on the right stood a coach-house where the carriages in constant use remained, such as came in one day, and served to make up the trains on the morrow. Roubaud raised his head, and was looking fixedly19 at a first-class carriage with a coupé, bearing the No. 293, which as it happened a gas-lamp lit up with its vacillating glimmer20, when Moulin remarked:
"Ah! I forgot——"
The pale face of the other coloured, and he was unable to restrain a slight movement.
"I forgot," repeated Moulin; "that carriage must not leave. Do not put it on the 6.40 express this morning."
A short silence ensued before Roubaud, in a very natural voice said:
"Indeed! Why is that?"
"Because," replied Moulin, "a coupé has been booked for the express of this evening. We are not sure that one will come in during the day, so we may just as well keep this one."
"Certainly," replied Roubaud, staring at his colleague.
But he was absorbed by another thought, and all at once, flying into a rage, he exclaimed:
"It's disgusting! Just see how those fellows do the cleaning! That carriage looks as if it had the accumulated dust of a week on it."
"Ah!" resumed Moulin. "When trains arrive after eleven o'clock at night, there is no fear of the men giving the coaches a brush up. It's as much as they will do to cast a glance inside of them. The other night, they overlooked[Pg 69] a passenger asleep on one of the seats, and he only awoke the next morning."
Then, stifling21 a yawn, he said he was going up to bed. But as he went off, an abrupt22 feeling of curiosity brought him back.
"By the way, what about your affair with the sub-prefect?" he inquired. "It's all settled, I suppose?"
"Yes, yes," answered Roubaud. "I made a very good journey. I'm quite satisfied."
"Well, so much the better. And bear in mind that the 293 does not start," replied the other.
When Roubaud found himself alone on the platform, he slowly went back towards the Montivilliers train, which was ready. The doors of the waiting-rooms were open, and some passengers appeared: a few sportsmen with their dogs, and two or three families of shop-keepers, taking advantage of the Sunday—only a few people altogether. But when that train had gone, the first of the day, Roubaud had not much time to lose. He immediately had to make up the 5.40 slow train for Rouen and Paris.
At this early hour not many servants of the company were about; and the work of the assistant station-master on duty, was complicated by all sorts of details. When he had superintended the making-up of the train, consisting in each carriage being taken from the coach-house and placed on a truck, which a gang of men pushed along under the marquee, he had to run off to the main building, to give a glance at the ticket office, and the luggage booking department. A quarrel breaking out between some soldiers and one of the staff, necessitated24 his intervention25. For half an hour, in the icy draughts26, amid the shivering public, his eyes still heavy with sleep, and in the ill-humour of a man jostled at every moment in the obscurity, he hurried hither and thither27 without a moment to himself. Then, when the departure of the slow train had cleared the station, he[Pg 70] hastened to the box of the pointsman, to make sure that all was right in that quarter. For the through train from Paris, which was behind time, was coming in. He returned to the platform to see the stream of passengers leave the carriages, give up their tickets, and crowd into the omnibuses from the hotels, which in those days entered the station, to wait under the marquee, where they were separated from the line by a mere28 paling. And then, only, did he find leisure to breathe for a moment, the station having again become silent and deserted.
Six o'clock struck. Roubaud sauntered out of the main building; and, beyond, with space before him, he raised his head and inhaled29 the fresh air, watching day at last breaking. The wind from the offing had completely driven away the mist. It was the clear morning of a fine day. He looked northward30, in the direction of Ingouville, as far as the trees of the cemetery31, standing out in a violescent line against the whitening sky. Then, turning towards the south and west, he observed a final flight of light white clouds floating slowly along in a squadron across the sea; while the entire east, the immense opening formed by the mouth of the Seine, began to be embraced in approaching sunrise.
In a casual way, he removed his cap, embroidered32 with silver, as if to refresh his forehead in the sharp, pure air. This outlook to which he was accustomed, this vast flat sweep of dependencies of the station—the arrival on the left, then the engine dep?t, to the right the departure, a regular little town—seemed to appease33 him, to bring him back to the calmness of his daily occupations which were ever the same. Factory chimneys were smoking above the wall of the Rue34 Charles Lafitte; and enormous heaps of coal could be seen following the line of the Vauban basin. A hum already began to rise from the other docks. The whistling of the goods trains, the awakening of the town, the briny35 smell of the sea wafted36 by the wind, made him think[Pg 71] of the fête of the day, of this vessel37 they were about to launch, and around which the crowd would be crushing.
Roubaud, returning inside the station, found the gang of shunters commencing to make up the 6.40 express; and thinking the men were putting No. 293 on the truck, all the calm that the fresh morning air had brought him, disappeared in a sudden burst of anger. With an oath he shouted:
"Not that carriage! Leave it alone! It is not to go till to-night."
The foreman of the gang explained to him that they were merely pushing the carriage along, to take another from behind it. But, deafened38 by his own passion, which was out of all proportion, he did not hear.
"You clumsy idiots!" he exclaimed; "when you are told to leave the thing alone, do so!"
Having at length been made to understand, he continued, furious, turning his wrath39 against the inconvenience of the station, where it was not even possible to turn a carriage round. In fact, the station, one of the first built on the line, was not equal to modern requirements. It was unworthy of Havre, with its old timber coach-house glazed41 with small panes42 of glass, and its dismal43, naked buildings full of cracks.
"It's a disgrace. I can't comprehend why the company has not knocked it all down."
The shunters looked at him, surprised to hear him speak so freely, he who was generally so well disciplined. Perceiving their attitude, he all at once ceased his remarks, and, silent and stiff, continued to watch the man?uvres. A line of discontent furrowed44 his low forehead, while his round, coloured face, bristling45 with the reddish beard, took an expression of intensely strong will.
From that moment, Roubaud was in possession of all his equanimity46. He gave active attention to the express, busying himself with every detail connected with it. The couplings appearing to him to be badly attached, he insisted on having[Pg 72] them screwed up before his eyes. A mother and two daughters, on terms of intimacy47 with his wife, wanted him to seat them in the compartment48 for ladies only. Then, before whistling to give the signal to start, he again made sure that the train was in perfect trim; and he stood watching it, as it moved away, with that clear gaze of a man whose least carelessness might involve the loss of human lives.
He had at once to cross the line, to be present at the arrival of a train from Rouen, which was just entering the station. There he met a man from the Post Office, with whom he every day exchanged news. This was a short rest for him in his busy early hours, and as no immediate23 duty required his attention, he had time to draw breath. On this morning, as was his habit, he rolled a cigarette, and chatted gaily49. Day had broadened, and the gas-lamps under the marquee, had just been extinguished; but the glazing50 of this extension of the station was so bad, that the light continued gloomy. Outside, the vast stretch of sky on which the building opened, was already ablaze51 with a fire of sun-rays; while the entire view became rosy52, and the smallest objects stood out crisp, in this pure air of a fine winter morning.
M. Dabadie, the station-master, usually came down from his rooms at eight o'clock, when the assistant station-master went to him to make his report. The former was a handsome man, very dark, neat in his attire53, with the bearing of a commercial magnate engrossed54 in business. Indeed, he willingly left the passenger department of the station to his assistants, so that he might give particular attention to the movement in the docks, to the enormous transit55 of merchandise; and he was in constant contact with the high commerce of Havre, and of the entire world. To-day he came late. Roubaud had already pushed the door of his office ajar twice, without finding him. On the table lay his letters, which had not even been opened. Among them Roubaud had just[Pg 73] noticed a telegram. Then, as if drawn56 to the spot by fascination57, he had been unable to leave the threshold, returning, in spite of himself, to cast rapid glances at the table.
At last, at ten minutes past eight, M. Dabadie appeared. Roubaud seated himself without speaking, to allow him to open the telegram. But the chief was in no hurry. Wishing to be pleasant with his subordinate, whom he esteemed58, he said:
"I suppose all went well in Paris?"
"Yes, sir, I thank you," replied Roubaud.
He had ended by opening the telegram; but he did not read it. He continued smiling at his assistant, whose voice thickened in the violent effort he was making to get the better of a nervous twitch59 contracting his chin.
"We are very pleased to keep you here," said the station-master.
"And I, sir, am very glad to remain with you," answered Roubaud.
Then, as M. Dabadie made up his mind to run his eye over the telegram, Roubaud, who felt a slight perspiration60 moistening his face, watched him. But the agitation61 which he expected to see on the countenance of his chief, did not appear. The latter placidly62 continued perusing63 the telegram, which he eventually threw back on the table. No doubt it had to do with a simple detail connected with the service. He at once began to open his letters, while his assistant, in accordance with daily custom, made his verbal report on the events of the night and morning. Only, on this occasion, Roubaud hesitated, and had to think before he could recall what his colleague had told him about the vagrants caught in the cloakroom. A few more words were exchanged, and when the two deputy chiefs of the docks and slow train departments came in, also to make their reports, the station-master dismissed Roubaud by a gesture. The newcomers[Pg 74] brought another telegram, which one of the staff had just handed them on the platform.
"You can go," said M. Dabadie to Roubaud, seeing he had stopped at the door.
But the latter waited with fixed18, expectant eyes; and he only went away when the small piece of paper had fallen on the table, put aside with the same indifferent gesture as before. For a few moments, he wandered under the marquee, feeling perplexed64 and dizzy. The clock pointed65 to 8.35. The next departure was the slow train at 9.50. He usually took advantage of this hour of rest, to stroll round the station, and he now walked about for a few minutes without knowing where his feet were taking him. Then, as he raised his head, and found himself opposite the carriage numbered 293, he abruptly66 turned aside in the direction of the engine-house, although he had nothing to attend to in that quarter. The sun was now rising on the horizon, filling the air with golden dust. But he no longer enjoyed the fine morning. He hastened along as if very much occupied, endeavouring to overcome the uneasiness caused by the suspense67.
All at once a voice stopped him.
"Good morning, M. Roubaud! Did you see my wife?"
It was Pecqueux, the fireman, a great, thin fellow of three-and-forty, with big bones, and a face tanned by fire and smoke. His grey eyes, under a low forehead, his great mouth, set in a prominent jaw68, had the constant, jovial69 expression of a man addicted70 to merry-making.
"What! Is that you?" said Roubaud, stopping astonished. "Ah! yes. Your engine met with an accident. I forgot. And so you're not going off again until to-night? Twenty-four hours' holiday. Good business, eh?"
"Good business!" repeated the other, not yet recovered from his libations of the previous evening.
Born at a village near Rouen, he had entered the service of the company quite young, as engine-fitter. Then, at thirty,[Pg 75] tired of the workshop, he had wanted to be a fireman so as to become driver. It was then that he married Victoire, who belonged to the same village as himself. But years went by, and he continued fireman. He would never become driver now, being of bad conduct, careless in dress and mode of life, a drunkard, and a runner after petticoats. He would have been dismissed twenty times over, had it not been for the protection of President Grandmorin, and had not his superiors become accustomed to his vices71, for which he condoned72 by his good humour, and his experience as an old workman. He only gave cause for alarm when under the influence of drink, for he then became a real brute73, capable of any violence.
"Did you see my wife?" he inquired again, with a broad grin.
"Yes, indeed," answered the assistant station-master; "we saw her. We even had a very nice lunch in your room. Ah! you've a good wife, Pecqueux; and it's wrong of you to be unfaithful to her."
He gave a broader grin than before.
"Oh! how can you say such a thing?" he exclaimed. "It's she who wants me to enjoy myself!"
This was true. Victoire, who was two years his senior, and who had grown enormously stout74, was in the habit of slipping five-franc pieces into his pocket, so that he might amuse himself when away. She had never suffered much from his infidelity; and, now, their mode of life was settled. He had two wives, one at each end of the line. Victoire, who knew everything, accepted the position, and even went so far as to mend his linen75, in order that the other one might not be able to say that she allowed their husband to go about in rags and tatters.
"No matter," resumed Roubaud, "it's not at all nice on your part. My wife, who is very fond of her foster-mother, wants to scold you."
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But he held his tongue, on seeing a tall, lean woman come from a shed beside which they were standing. She proved to be Philomène Sauvagnat, sister of the chief of the dep?t, and the second Madame Pecqueux. The couple must have been talking together in the shed, when Pecqueux came out to call to the assistant station-master. Philomène still looked young in spite of her two-and-thirty years, but was raw-boned, with a flat chest, a long head, and flaming eyes. She had the reputation of drinking. Her occupation consisted in keeping house for her brother, who lived in a cottage near the engine-dep?t, which she very much neglected. They came from Auvergne, and the brother, an obstinate76 man and a strict disciplinarian, greatly esteemed by his superiors, had met with the utmost vexation on account of this sister, even to the point of being threatened with dismissal. And, if the company bore with her, now, on his account, he only kept her with him because of the family tie. But this did not prevent him belabouring her so severely77 with blows whenever he caught her at fault, that he frequently left her half dead on the floor. She had commenced an intrigue with Pecqueux about a year before; but it was only Séverine, who had fallen out with her, thinking it due to Mother Victoire for her to do so. Having already been in the habit of avoiding her as much as possible, from a feeling of innate78 pride, she had subsequently ceased to greet her.
"Well, Pecqueux, I shall see you again, later on!" said Philomène saucily79. "I'll leave you now, as M. Roubaud has a moral lecture to read you, on behalf of his wife."
Pecqueux, who was a good-natured fellow, continued laughing.
"No, no, stay," he answered. "He's only joking."
"I can't," retorted Philomène. "I must run and take these two eggs from my hens, to Madame Lebleu, to whom I promised them."
She had purposely let fly this name, being aware of the[Pg 77] secret rivalry80 between the wife of the cashier, and the wife of the assistant station-master, affecting to be on the best of terms with the former, so as to enrage81 the other. But she remained, nevertheless, becoming all at once interested, when she heard the fireman inquiring for news of the affair with the sub-prefect.
"So it's all settled; and you're very glad of it, are you not, M. Roubaud?" inquired Pecqueux.
"Very pleased indeed," answered the assistant station-master.
Pecqueux gave a cunning wink82.
"Oh! you had no need to be anxious," said he, "because when one has a big-wig behind one, eh? You know who I mean. My wife also is very grateful to him."
The assistant station-master interrupted this allusion83 to President Grandmorin, by abruptly remarking:
"And so you only leave to-night?"
"Yes," answered the other; "the repairs to La Lison will soon be finished. They're completing the adjustment of the connecting-rod. And I'm waiting for my driver, who has gone for an airing. Do you know him, Jacques Lantier? He comes from the same neighbourhood as yourself."
Roubaud did not answer for an instant, but stood there as if absent-minded. Then, recovering himself with a start, he exclaimed:
"Eh! Jacques Lantier, the driver? Of course I know him! Oh! you understand, enough to say good-day and good-night. It was here that we came across one another, for he is my junior, and I never saw him down there at Plassans. Last autumn he did my wife a little service, in the form of an errand to some cousins at Dieppe. He's a capable young fellow, according to all I hear."
He spoke84 at random85, with abundance of verbosity86. All at once he went off with the remark:
"Good day, Pecqueux. I've got to take a look round here."
It was only then that Philomène moved away at her long[Pg 78] stride; while Pecqueux, standing motionless, with his hands thrust into his pockets, laughing at ease at his laziness on this bright morning, was astonished to see the assistant station-master rapidly returning, after limiting his inspection87 to circumambulating the shed. He had not been long taking his look round. What on earth could he have come to spy out?
Nine o'clock was on the point of striking, as Roubaud returned under the marquee. He walked to the end, near the parcel office, where he gave a look, without appearing to find what he sought; and then, impatiently, strode back again, peering inquiringly at the offices of the different departments, one after the other. The station, at this hour, was quiet and deserted. He alone wandered about, more and more enervated88 at this peacefulness, in the torment89 of a man menaced with a catastrophe90, who at last ardently91 hopes for it to come. His composure was exhausted92. He found it impossible to remain for a minute in the same place. Now his eyes never quitted the clock. Nine, five minutes past. As a rule he only went up to his rooms for the knife-and-fork breakfast at ten, after the departure of the 9.50 train. But all at once the thought struck him that Séverine must also be waiting there in expectancy93; and he proceeded to join her.
In the corridor, Madame Lebleu, at this precise moment, was opening the door to Philomène, who had run round in neighbourly fashion, with untidy hair, and held a couple of eggs in her hand. They remained on the threshold, so that Roubaud had to enter his apartment before their eyes. He had his key, and was as quick as he could be. Notwithstanding, in the rapid opening and closing of the door, they perceived Séverine, seated on a chair in the dining-room, with her hands idle, her profile pale, and her body motionless. And Madame Lebleu, dragging in Philomène and closing her own door, related that she had already seen Séverine in the same state, in the early part of the morning. No doubt the[Pg 79] business with the sub-prefect was taking a bad turn. But no; and Philomène explained that she had hastened to make a call because she had news; and she repeated what she had just heard the assistant station-master say himself. The two women were then lost in conjectures94. It was the same at each of their meetings—gossiping without end.
"They've had their hair combed, my dear," said Madame Lebleu. "I'd stake my life on it. They're tottering95 on their pedestals."
"Ah! my dear lady," answered Philomène, "if we could only be rid of them!"
The rivalry between the Lebleus and the Roubauds, which had become more and more envenomed, simply arose from a question of apartments. All the first floor of the main station building, served to lodge96 members of the staff; and the central corridor, a regular corridor of a second-rate hotel, painted yellow, lighted from above, separated the floor in two, with lines of brown doors to right and left. Only the windows of the apartments on the right, looked on the courtyard facing the entrance, which was planted with old elms, and above these an admirable view spread out in the direction of Ingouville; while the apartments on the left, with semicircular, squatty windows, opened right on the marquee of the station, whose high slanting97 roof of zinc98 and dirty glass barred the horizon from view. Nothing could be more gay than the one side, with the constant animation99 in the courtyard, the verdure of the trees, the broad expanse of country; nothing more dismal than the other, where it was almost impossible to see, and where the sky was shut out as in a prison.
On the front, resided the station-master, the assistant station-master Moulin, and the Lebleus; on the back, the Roubauds and Mademoiselle Guichon, the office-keeper, without counting three rooms reserved to inspectors101 who made occasional visits. It was an established fact that the[Pg 80] two assistant station-masters had always lodged102 side by side. If the Lebleus were there, it was due to an act of politeness on the part of the gentleman who had been succeeded by Roubaud, and who, being a widower103 without children, had thought proper to show Madame Lebleu the courtesy of giving up his apartments to her. But should not this lodging9 have gone to the Roubauds? Was it fair to relegate104 them to the back of the building, when they had the right to be on the front? So long as the two households had lived in harmony, Séverine had given way to her neighbour, her senior by twenty years, who, moreover, was in bad health, being so stout that she was constantly troubled with fits of choking. War had only been declared, since the day Philomène set the two women at variance105, by her abominable106 tongue.
"You know," resumed the latter, "that they are quite capable of having taken advantage of their trip to Paris, to ask for your ejectment. I am told that they have written a long letter to the manager, setting forth107 their claim."
Madame Lebleu was suffocating108.
"The wretches109!" she exclaimed. "And I am sure they have been doing their best to get the office-keeper on their side. For the past fortnight she has hardly greeted me. There is another one who is no better than she should be! But I'm watching her."
She lowered her voice to say that Mademoiselle Guichon must be carrying on an intrigue with the station-master. Their doors faced one another. It was M. Dabadie, a widower, and the father of a grown-up daughter still at school, who had brought this thirty-year-old blonde to the station. Already faded, she was silent, slim, and supple110 as a serpent. She must have been a sort of governess. And it was impossible to catch her, so noiselessly did she glide111 along through the narrowest apertures112.
"Oh! I shall succeed in finding it out," continued Madame[Pg 81] Lebleu. "I will not be ridden down. We are here, and here we remain. All worthy40 people are on our side. Is it not so, my dear?"
Indeed, all the station was impassioned with this battle of the lodgings. The corridor, particularly, was torn asunder113 by it. It was only the assistant station-master Moulin, satisfied at being on the front, who did not take much interest in the matter. He was married to a little, timid, delicate woman, whom nobody ever saw, but who presented him with a baby every twenty months.
"Anyhow," concluded Philomène, "if they are tottering on their pedestals, this shock will not bring them down. Be on your guard, for they know someone of great influence."
She still held her two eggs, and she presented them, eggs laid that same morning, which she had just taken from under her hens, and the old lady was effusive114 in thanks.
"Oh! how kind of you!" said she. "You are spoiling me, I declare. Come and have a chat more frequently. You know that my husband is always in his counting-house; and I have a tedious time of it, riveted115 here on account of my poor legs! What would become of me, if those wretches were to take away my view?"
Then, as she accompanied her, and opened the door, she placed a finger on her lips.
"Hush116! Let us listen," said she.
Both of them remained standing in the corridor for five full minutes, holding their breath, without a movement. They bent their heads, with ears turned towards the dining-room of the Roubauds; but not a sound came from that direction. Deathlike silence reigned117 within. And, in fear of being surprised, they at last separated, giving each other a nod, without pronouncing a word. While one went off on tiptoe, the other closed her door so gently, that the catch could hardly be heard entering the socket118.
At 9.20 Roubaud was again below under the marquee[Pg 82] superintending the making-up of the 9.50 slow train; and, in spite of all his efforts to keep calm, he gesticulated more than ever, stamping his feet, and turning round at every moment to examine the platform from one end to the other. But nothing came, and his hands trembled with impatience119.
Then, abruptly, as he was looking behind him, and searching again all over the station, he heard a telegraph boy, out of breath, close to him, saying:
"Monsieur Roubaud, do you know where the station-master, and the commissary of police are? I have got telegrams for them, and have been running after them for the last ten minutes."
He turned round with such a stiffening120 of all his being, that not a muscle of his face moved. His eyes were fixed on the two telegrams which the lad held in his hand. And this time, from the excited look of the latter, he felt convinced that the catastrophe had come at last.
"Monsieur Dabadie passed by here a short time ago," said he tranquilly121.
And never had he felt himself so cool, with an intelligence so bright, prepared for the defence from head to foot.
"Look!" he resumed; "here is Monsieur Dabadie coming towards us."
In fact, the station-master was returning from the goods train department. As soon as he had run his eye over the telegram, he exclaimed:
"There has been a murder on the line. The inspector100 at Rouen telegraphs to me to that effect."
"What?" inquired Roubaud; "a murder among our staff?"
"No, no," answered the station-master. "The murder of a passenger in a coupé. The body was thrown out almost at the exit from the tunnel of Malaunay at post 153. And the victim is one of our directors, President Grandmorin."
The assistant station-master immediately exclaimed:
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"The President! Ah! my poor wife, what a terrible blow it will be for her!"
The tone was so natural, so pitiful, that it for a moment arrested the attention of M. Dabadie.
"Ah! true enough!" said he; "you knew him. Such a worthy man, was he not?"
Then, turning to the other telegram addressed to the commissary of police, he added:
"This must be from the examining-magistrate122, no doubt for some formality. And, as it is only 9.25, Monsieur Cauche is not yet here, naturally. Let someone run to the Café du Commerce, on the Cours Napoléon. He will be found there for certain."
Five minutes later M. Cauche arrived, brought to the scene by a porter. Formerly123 an officer, he looked upon the post he occupied as a sinecure124, and never put in an appearance at the station before ten o'clock, when he strolled about for a moment or two, and returned to the café. This drama, which had burst upon him between a couple of games at piquet, had first of all astonished him, for the matters that passed through his hands were not, as a rule, very grave. But the telegram came from the examining-magistrate at Rouen; and, if it arrived twelve hours after the discovery of the body, it was because this magistrate had first of all telegraphed to the station-master at Paris, to ascertain125 under what circumstances the victim had set out on his journey. Having found out the number of the train, and that of the carriage, he had only then sent orders to the commissary of police to examine the coupé in carriage 293 if it still happened to be at Havre. The ill-humour that M. Cauche displayed at having been disturbed needlessly, as he had at first fancied, at once gave place to an attitude of extreme importance, proportionate to the exceptional gravity that the affair began to assume.
"But," he exclaimed, suddenly becoming anxious, in fear[Pg 84] lest the inquiry126 might escape him, "the carriage will no longer be here, it must have gone back this morning."
It was Roubaud who reassured127 him in his calm manner.
"No, no, excuse me," he broke in. "There was a coupé booked for this evening. The carriage is there in the coach-house."
And he led the way to the building, followed by the commissary and the station-master. In the meanwhile, the news must have spread, for the porters, slyly leaving their work, also followed; while clerks made their appearance on the thresholds of the offices of the different departments, and ended by approaching one by one. A small crowd had soon assembled.
As they came to the carriage, M. Dabadie remarked:
"But the coaches were examined last night. If any traces had remained, it would have been mentioned in the report."
"We shall soon see," said M. Cauche.
Opening the door, he went up into the coupé. And, forgetting himself, he immediately exclaimed with an oath:
"It looks as if they had been bleeding a pig here!"
A little thrill of horror ran through all who were present, and a number of necks were craned forward. M. Dabadie was one of the first who wished to see. He drew himself up on the step; while behind him, Roubaud, to do like the others, also craned his neck.
The inside of the coupé displayed no disorder128. The windows had remained closed, and everything seemed in its proper place. Only, a frightful129 stench escaped by the open door; and there, in the middle of one of the cushions, a pool of blood had coagulated, a pool so deep, and so large, that a stream had sprung from it, as from a source, and had poured over on the carpet. Clots130 of blood remained sticking to the cloth. And there was nothing else, nothing but this nauseous gore131.
M. Dabadie flew into a rage.
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"Where are the men who looked into the carriages last night? Bring them here!"
It so happened that they were there, and they advanced, spluttering excuses: how was it possible to see at night time? Nevertheless, they had passed their hands everywhere. They vowed132 they had felt nothing on the previous night.
In the meanwhile, M. Cauche, who remained standing up in the compartment, was taking pencil notes for his report. He called Roubaud, with whom he was familiar, being in the habit of smoking cigarettes with him along the platform, in moments of leisure.
"Roubaud," said he, "just come up here, you will be able to help me."
And when the assistant station-master had stepped over the blood on the carpet, so as not to tread in it, the commissary added:
"Look under the other cushion, to see if anything has slipped down there."
Roubaud raised the cushion, feeling with prudent133 hands, and looks that simply denoted curiosity.
"There is nothing," said he.
But a spot on the padded cloth at the back of the seat, attracted his attention; and he pointed it out to the commissary. Was it not the mark of a finger covered with blood? No; they both came to the conclusion that it was some blood which had spurted134 there. The crowd had drawn nearer, to watch this inspection of the coupé, sniffing135 the crime, pressing behind the station-master, who, with the repugnance136 of a refined man, remained on the step.
Suddenly the latter remarked:
"But, I say, Roubaud, you were in the train, were you not? You returned last night by the express. You can, perhaps, give us some information?"
"Yes, indeed," exclaimed the commissary, "that is true. Did you notice anything?"
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Roubaud, for two or three seconds, remained silent. At this moment, he was bending down examining the carpet. But he rose, almost at once, answering in his natural voice, which was a trifle thick:
"Certainly, certainly, I will tell you. My wife was with me. But if what I am going to say is to figure in the report, I should like her to come down, so as to control my recollection by her own."
M. Cauche thought this very reasonable, and Pecqueux, who had just arrived, offered to go and fetch Madame Roubaud. He started off with great strides, and for a moment there was a pause. Philomène, who had joined the crowd with the firemen, followed him with her eyes, irritated that he should undertake this errand. But, perceiving Madame Lebleu hurrying along as fast as her poor swollen137 legs would carry her, she hastened forward to assist her; and the two women raised their hands to heaven, uttering passionate138 exclamations139 at the discovery of such an abominable crime. Although absolutely no details were known, as yet, all kinds of versions of what had occurred, circulated around them, accompanied by excited gestures and looks. Philomène, whose voice could be heard above the hum of the crowd, affirmed, on her word of honour, that Madame Roubaud had seen the murderer, although she had no authority whatever for the statement. And when the latter appeared, accompanied by Pecqueux, there was general silence.
"Just look at her!" murmured Madame Lebleu. "Would anyone take her for the wife of an assistant station-master, with her airs of a princess? This morning, before daybreak, she was already as she is now, combed and laced, as if she were going out on a visit."
Séverine advanced with short, regular steps. She had to walk along the whole length of the platform, facing the eyes watching her approach. But she did not break down. She simply pressed her handkerchief to her eyelids140, in the[Pg 87] great grief she had just experienced at learning the name of the victim. Attired141 in a very elegantly fashioned black woollen gown, she seemed to be wearing mourning for her protector. Her heavy, dark hair shone in the sun, for she had come down in such a hurry that she had not found time, in spite of the cold, to put anything on her head. Her gentle blue eyes, full of anguish142, and bathed in tears, gave her a most touching143 appearance.
"She may well cry," said Philomène in an undertone. "They are done for, now that their guardian-angel has been killed."
When Séverine was there, in the middle of all the people, before the open door of the coupé, M. Cauche and Roubaud got out; and the latter immediately began to relate what he knew. Addressing his wife, he said:
"Yesterday morning, my dear, as soon as we arrived at Paris we went to see Monsieur Grandmorin. And it was about a quarter past eleven. That is right, is it not?"
He looked fixedly at her, and she, in a docile144 tone, repeated:
"Yes, a quarter past eleven."
But her eyes had fallen on the cushion black with blood. She had a spasm145, and her bosom146 heaved with heavy sobs147. The station-master, who felt distressed148, intervened with much concern:
"If you are unable to bear the sight, madam——We quite understand your grief——"
"Oh! just a few words," interrupted the commissary; "and we will then have madam conducted home again."
Roubaud hastened to continue:
"It was at this visit that Monsieur Grandmorin, after talking of various matters, informed us that he was going next day to Doinville, on a visit to his sister. I still see him seated at his writing-table. I was here, my wife there.[Pg 88] That is right, my dear, is it not? He told us he would be leaving on the morrow."
"Yes, on the morrow," said she.
M. Cauche, who continued taking rapid pencil notes, raised his head:
"How is that, on the morrow," he inquired, "considering he left the same evening?"
"Wait a moment," replied the assistant station-master. "When he heard we were returning that night, he had an idea of taking the express with us, if my wife would accompany him to Doinville, to stay a few days with his sister, as had happened before. But my wife, having a great deal to do here, refused. That is so, you refused?"
"Yes, I refused," answered Séverine.
"Then he was very kind," continued her husband. "He had been interesting himself on my behalf. He accompanied us to the door of his study. Did he not, my dear?"
"Yes, as far as the door," said Séverine.
"We left in the evening," resumed Roubaud. "Before seating ourselves in our compartment, I had a chat with Monsieur Vandorpe, the station-master. And I saw nothing at all. I was very much annoyed, because I thought we should be alone, and I found a lady in a corner whom I had not noticed; and the more so, as two other persons, a married couple, got in at the last moment. So far as Rouen, nothing worthy of note occurred. I noticed nothing. But at Rouen, as we left the train to stretch our legs, what was our surprise to see Monsieur Grandmorin standing up at the door of a coupé, three or four carriages away from our compartment. 'What, Mr. President,' said I, 'so you left after all? Ah! well, we had no idea we were travelling with you!' And he explained that he had received a telegram. They whistled, and we jumped into our compartment, which, by the way, we found empty, all our travelling companions having got out[Pg 89] at Rouen, and we were not sorry. That is absolutely all, my dear, is it not?"
"Yes, that is absolutely all," she repeated.
This story, simple though it appeared, produced a strong impression on the audience. All awaited the key to the enigma149 with gaping150 countenances151. The commissary ceasing to write, gave expression to the general astonishment by inquiring:
"And you are sure no one was inside the coupé, along with Monsieur Grandmorin?"
"Oh! as to that, absolutely certain!"
A shudder152 ran through the crowd. This mystery which required solving inspired the onlookers153 with fear, and sent a chill down the backs of everyone there. If the passenger was alone, by whom could he have been murdered and thrown from the coupé, three leagues from there, before the train stopped again?
Silence was broken by the unpleasant voice of Philomène:
"It is all the same strange," said she.
And Roubaud, feeling himself being stared at, looked at her, tossing his chin, as if to say that he also considered the matter strange. Beside her, he perceived Pecqueux and Madame Lebleu, tossing their heads as well. All eyes were turned towards him. The crowd awaited something more, sought on his body for a forgotten detail that would throw light on the matter. There was no accusation154 in these ardently inquisitive155 looks; and yet, he fancied he noticed a vague suspicion arising, that doubt which the smallest fact sometimes transforms into a certainty.
"Extraordinary," murmured M. Cauche.
"Quite extraordinary," assented156 M. Dabadie.
Then Roubaud made up his mind.
"What I am, moreover, quite certain of," he continued, "is that the express which runs from Rouen to Barentin without stopping, went along at the regulation speed, and[Pg 90] that I noticed nothing abnormal. I mention this, because, as we were alone, I let down the window to smoke a cigarette, and glancing outside several times, had a perfect knowledge of every sound of the train. At Barentin, noticing my successor, the station-master, Monsieur Bessière, on the platform, I called to him, and we exchanged a few words, as he stood on the step, and shook hands. That is so, my dear, is it not? The question can be put to Monsieur Bessière, and he will answer, Yes."
Séverine, still motionless and pale, her delicate face plunged157 in grief, once more confirmed the statement of her husband.
"Yes, that is correct," said she.
From this moment any accusation was out of the question, if the Roubauds, having returned to their compartment at Rouen, had been greeted, sitting there, by a friend at Barentin. The shadow of suspicion which the assistant station-master had noticed in the eyes of the bystanders, vanished, while the general astonishment increased. The case was assuming a more and more mysterious aspect.
"Come," said the commissary, "are you quite positive that nobody could have entered the coupé at Rouen, after you left Monsieur Grandmorin?"
Roubaud had evidently not foreseen this question. For the first time, he became confused, having no doubt got to the end of his ready answers. He looked at his wife, hesitating.
"Oh! no!" said he; "I do not think so. They were shutting the doors; they had whistled. We only just had time to reach our carriage. And, besides, the coupé was reserved, nobody could get in there, I fancy——"
But the blue eyes of his wife opened wider, and grew so large, that he was afraid to be positive.
"After all," he continued, "I don't know. Yes. Perhaps someone did get into the coupé. There was a regular crush——"
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As he continued talking, his voice became distinct again, and a new story began to take shape.
"The crowd, you know, was enormous," he said, "on account of the fêtes at Havre. We were obliged to resist an assault on our own compartment by second and even third-class passengers. Apart from this, the station was badly lighted, one could see next to nothing. People were pushing about in a clamorous158 multitude, just as the train was starting. Yes, indeed, it is quite possible that someone, not knowing where to find a seat, or, may be, taking advantage of the confusion, actually did force his way into the coupé, at the last second."
And, turning to his wife, he remarked:
"Eh! my dear, that is what must have happened?"
Séverine, looking broken down, with her handkerchief pressed to her swollen eyes, answered:
"That is what happened, certainly."
The clue was now given. The commissary of police and the station-master, without expressing an opinion, exchanged a look of intelligence. The seething159 crowd swayed to and fro, feeling the inquiry at an end. All were burning to communicate their thoughts; and various conjectures immediately found vent12, everyone having his own idea. For a few moments, the business of the station had been at a standstill. The entire staff were there, all their attention taken up by this drama; and it was with general surprise that the 9.38 train was observed coming in, under the marquee. The porters ran to meet it, the carriage doors were opened, and the flood of passengers streamed out. But almost all the lookers-on had remained round the commissary, who, with the scruple160 of a methodical man, paid a final visit to the gory161 coupé.
At this moment, Pecqueux, engaged in gesticulating between Madame Lebleu and Philomène, caught sight of his driver, Jacques Lantier, who, having just left the train, was standing[Pg 92] motionless, watching the gathering162 from a distance. He beckoned163 to him urgently. At first, Jacques did not move; but, afterwards, making up his mind to go, he advanced slowly forward.
"What's it all about?" he inquired of his fireman.
He knew very well, and lent but an inattentive ear to the news of the murder and the rumours164 that were current respecting it. What surprised, and particularly agitated165 him, was to tumble into the midst of this inquiry, to again come upon this coupé which he had caught sight of in the obscurity, launched at full speed. He craned his neck, gazing at the pool of clotted166 blood on the cushion; and, once more, he saw the murder scene, and particularly the corpse167, stretched across the line yonder with its throat open. Then, turning aside his eyes, he noticed the Roubauds, while Pecqueux continued relating to him the story of how they were mixed up in the business—their departure from Paris in the same train as the victim, and the last words they had exchanged together at Rouen. Jacques knew Roubaud, from having occasionally pressed his hand since he had been driving the express. As to his wife, he had caught sight of her in the distance, and he had avoided her, like the others, in his unhealthy terror. But, at this moment, he was struck by her, as he observed her weeping and pale, with her gentle, bewildered blue eyes, beneath the crushing volume of black hair. He continued to look at her; and, becoming absent, he asked himself, in surprise, how it was that the Roubauds and he were there? How it was that events had brought them together, before this carriage steeped in crime—they who had returned from Paris on the previous evening, he who had come back from Barentin at that very instant?
"Oh! I know, I know," said he aloud, interrupting the fireman. "I happened to be there, at the exit from the tunnel, last night, and I thought I saw something, as the train passed."
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This remark caused great excitement, and everybody gathered round him. Why had he spoken, after formally making up his mind to hold his tongue? So many excellent reasons prompted him to silence! And the words had unconsciously left his lips, while he was gazing at this woman. She had abruptly drawn aside her handkerchief, to fix her tearful eyes, wide-open, on him.
The commissary of police quickly approached.
"Saw what? What did you see?" he inquired.
And Jacques, with the unswerving look of Séverine upon him, related what he had seen: the coupé lit up, passing through the night at full speed, and the fleeting168 outlines of the two men, one thrown down backwards169, the other with a knife in his hand. Roubaud, standing beside his wife, listened with his great bright eyes fixed on Jacques.
"So," inquired the commissary, "you would be able to recognise the murderer?"
"Oh! as to that, no! I do not think so," answered the other.
"Was he wearing a coat, or a blouse?" asked the commissary.
"I can say nothing positively170. Just reflect, a train that must have been going at a speed of sixty miles an hour!"
Séverine, against her will, exchanged a glance with Roubaud, who had the energy to say:
"True enough! It would require a good pair of eyes."
"No matter," concluded M. Cauche; "this is an important piece of evidence. The examining-magistrate will assist you to throw light on it all. Monsieur Lantier and Monsieur Roubaud, give me your exact names for the summonses."
It was all over. The throng171 of bystanders dispersed172, little by little, and the business of the station resumed its activity. Roubaud had to run and attend to the 9.50 slow train, in which passengers were already taking their seats. He had given Jacques a more vigorous shake of the hand than usual; and the latter, remaining alone with Séverine, behind[Pg 94] Madame Lebleu, Pecqueux, and Philomène, who went off whispering together, had considered himself bound to escort the young woman under the marquee, to the foot of the staircase leading to the lodgings of the staff, finding nothing to say, and yet forced to remain beside her, as if a bond had just been fastened between them.
The brightness of day, had now increased. The sun, conqueror173 of the morning haze, was ascending174 in the great expanse of limpid175 blue sky; while the sea breeze, gaining strength with the rising tide, contributed its saline freshness to the atmosphere. And, as Jacques at last left Séverine, he again encountered those great eyes, whose terrified and imploring176 sweetness had so profoundly moved him.
But there came a low whistle. It was Roubaud giving the signal to start. The engine responded by a prolonged screech177, and the 9.50 train moved off, rolled along more rapidly, and disappeared in the distance, amid the golden dust of the sun.
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