“I had forgotten that it was not like it used to be,” explained Henri, “and, too, I made a wrong turn, owing to the fact that the tower lights no longer serve to guide.”
“Yes,” continued the scholar, “the new element of warfare3, the death-dealing airships, are responsible for that precaution. But in the morning my[186] man, Armand, will set you right. He has gone up into the city for food supplies, and will not return to-night. Rest with me until then.”
With the light of day, and it was a glorious sunlit day, the terrors of the past night folded their wings and disappeared.
Armand well fitted into such a day; he was a jolly fellow, all smiles and a waistband that extended a long way ’round. He could not for the life of him see, he declared, how the boys ever got into queer street, when the way (to him) was so straight to the big boulevards. He was full of a story how he had seen some great flying by noted4 aviators5 only the day before.
“It is wonderful, this flying, is it not?”
This question as much to promote his enthusiasm as anything else.
“How fine is that Gilbert,” he rambled6 on, “and, to think, two young boys who also traveled the air just like the master.”
“It just happens, my friend,” said Henri, “that those two boys are standing7 close to you this blessed minute.”
“Mon Dieu!” (Goodness me!)
Armand was a slave from that minute.
He must tell the great doctor in the library all about it. And the great doctor himself also had a second look at his young guests.
His was a kindly8 farewell, but he lifted a hand[187] when the boys tried to thank him for the boon9 of life he had conferred by his action of the night.
“In your prayers, my boys; in your prayers.”
He turned and shut himself in with his books.
“You know of this location?”
Henri read to Armand from the address on the packet.
“Do I know my name? It is the grand boulevard. And the number—that, too, is easy.”
Armand knew his Paris.
“March on!” Billy giving mock command.
Reddy’s dream of Paris had first been realized in the form of a nightmare, but now it ranged to climax10 of delight—the Place de la Concorde, one of the largest and most elegant squares in Europe; the Egyptian obelisk11; the magnificent Arc de Triomphe; the column to Napoleon I; the gardens of the Tuileries; the Louvre; the Art Palace; the Eiffel tower—just a few of the beauty spots noted in the passing on that first day when trouble was napping.
Armand was not only able to secure one cab, but had two at his bidding. A wonderful fellow was Armand, and much given to style.
“Here you are,” he announced with a flourish to Henri when the cabs drew up before a handsome residence, with bronze lions crouching12 on the stone rests at each side of the entrance.
It was agreed that Henri should enter alone with[188] his precious packet, which delivered and his trust fulfilled, he would be at liberty to seek his mother and place in her own hands the Trouville fortune that had been so hardly won from the iron-bound chest in the depths of the now ruined chateau13 on the Meuse.
With heart beating high, head erect14, and feeling the responsible charge of a messenger of state, Henri applied15 at the entrance for admission, and as promptly16 was admitted.
“Wish I had a picture of Henri receiving the medal for distinguished17 conduct when he gives up the packet.”
Billy was back in his habit of expressing funny thoughts.
“It is not the house of the Premier,” said Armand, shaking his head. “And the government is not sitting in Paris now. It is the private residence, I am sure.”
“The private residence” is the French way of saying that you just don’t know who does live there.
The minutes passed, and then the half hour.
“I’m glad,” remarked Billy, “that these are not taxicabs. If they were we would have to lighten these belts to pay out.”
“There he is now!” Jimmy had sighted Henri coming out of the house. Then:
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“Why, he looks like he had just fallen off a Christmas tree.”
Henri certainly did look as if some great joy had crowned him.
“Boys, that sealed packet was all a frame-up, arranged by Captain Johnson and that splendid gentleman at Calais. But it is simply the finest kind of a frame-up that you could imagine.”
Henri reached out his hands to his comrades lolling in the cab.
“Come, climb out.”
Then to Armand:
“My friend, I thank you for your good company and your good service. No—not a word.”
Henri had slipped something into Armand’s hand.
As the cabs rolled away, Henri marshaled his friends to the lion-guarded entrance of the house.
The aforesaid friends were almost bursting with curiosity.
“Give us the tip.”
“You’ll know soon enough,” was the unsatisfactory reply.
Henri led the way into the drawing-room at the left of the entrance.
Standing there to greet them was a queenly tall gentlewoman with one of the most sadly sweet[190] faces that the friends of Henri had ever looked upon.
In courtesy to the American and the English boy she addressed them in the language they understood, somewhat haltingly, it is true, but so graciously that they felt completely at their ease.
“So you are the brave ones who were with my boy in his every hour of peril19. Would that I could say all that I feel.”
It was Henri’s mother!
“Now you see to whom the sealed packet led me.”
Henri, drawn20 within his mother’s arm, went on to tell of the surprise that met him when he first entered the house.
“I was expecting to be ushered21 into the presence of some stern-faced statesman, to hand him this packet with a bow; then to receive some word of approbation22; and, then, to hurry out and hunt for mother.
“Instead of the ‘stern-faced statesman’ you now know whom I found. The packet was addressed to C. Giraud. My mother’s maiden23 name was Clementine Giraud. I never thought of putting the two together; indeed, I never even noted the name—only the street and number. The oldest friend of our family at Calais in this important looking document, with its seals and ribbons, merely extended his compliments to Madame Trouville, and wished her joy of his messenger. And another[191] thing, it provided the captain with authority to land us at Havre. Wasn’t that a dandy frame-up?”
Without another word each of the three boys faced about, unbuckled and pulled the treasure belt from beneath his blouse. Noting the action, Henri did likewise.
Then, gently guiding his mother to a chair, where he enthroned her as a queen, he laid the four belts in her lap.
The Trouville fortune had been saved!
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