He certainly needed it; but how could he sleep with the fearful idea of his Henrietta—she whom he loved with his whole heart—being in the hands of this Justin Chevassat, a forger2, a former galley-slave, the accomplice3 and friend of Crochard, surnamed Bagnolet?
“And I myself handed her over to him!” he repeated for the thousandth time,—“I, her only friend upon earth! And her confidence in me was so great, that, if she had any presentiment5, she suppressed it for my sake.”
Daniel had, to be sure, a certain assurance now, that Maxime de Brevan would not be able to escape from justice. But what did it profit him to be avenged6, when it was too late, long after Henrietta should have been forced to seek in suicide the only refuge from Brevan’s persecution8? Now it seemed to him as if the magistrate9 was far more anxiously concerned for the punishment of the guilty than for the safety of the victims. Blinded by passion, so as to ask for impossibilities, Daniel would have had this lawyer, who was so clever in unearthing10 crimes committed in Saigon, find means rather to prevent the atrocious crime which was now going on in France. On his part, he had done the only thing that could be done.
At the first glimpse of reason that had appeared after his terrible sufferings, he had hastened to write to Henrietta, begging her to take courage, and promising11 her that he would soon be near her. In this letter he had enclosed the sum of four thousand francs.
This letter was gone. But how long would it take before it could reach her? Three or four months, perhaps even more.
Would it reach her in time? Might it not be intercepted12, like the others? All these anxieties made a bed of burning coals of the couch of the poor wounded man. He twisted and turned restlessly from side to side, and felt as if he were once more going to lose his senses. And still, by a prodigious13 effort of his will, his convalescence14 pursued its normal, steady way in spite of so many contrary influences.
A fortnight after Crochard’s confession15, Daniel could get up; he spent the afternoon in an arm-chair, and was even able to take a few steps in his chamber16. The next week he was able to get down into the garden of the hospital, and to walk about there, leaning on the arm of his faithful Lefloch. And with his strength and his health, hope, also, began to come back; when, all of a sudden, two letters from Henrietta rekindled17 the fever.
In one the poor girl told him how she had lived so far on the money obtained from the sale of the little jewelry18 she had taken with her, but added that she was shamefully19 cheated, and would soon be compelled to seek employment of some sort in order to support herself.
“I am quite sure,” she said, with a kind of heartrending cheerfulness, “that I can earn my forty cents a day; and with that, my friend, I shall be as happy as a queen, and wait for your return, free from want.”
In the other she wrote,—
“None of my efforts to procure20 work has so far succeeded. The future is getting darker and darker. Soon I shall be without bread. I shall struggle on to the last extremity21, were it only not to give my enemies the joy of seeing me dead. But, Daniel, if you wish to see your Henrietta again, come back; oh, come back!”
Daniel had not suffered half as much the day when the assassin’s ball ploughed through his chest. He was evidently reading one of those last cries which precede agony. After these two fearful letters, he could only expect a last one from Henrietta,—a letter in which she would tell him, “All is over. I am dying. Farewell!”
He sent for the chief surgeon, and said, as soon as he entered,—
“I must go!”
The good doctor frowned, and replied rudely,—
“Are you mad? Do you know that you cannot stand up fifteen minutes?”
“You would kill yourself.”
“What of that? I would rather suffer death than what I now endure. Besides, I have made up my mind irrevocably! Read this, and you will see yourself that I cannot do otherwise.”
The chief surgeon took in Henrietta’s last letter almost at a single glance; but he held it in his hand for some time, pretending to read it, but in reality meditating23.
“I am sure,” the excellent man thought in his heart, “I am sure, in this man’s place, I should do the same. But would this imprudence be of any use to him? No; for he could not reach the mouth of the Dong-Nai alive. Therefore it is my duty to keep him here: and that can be done, since he is as yet unable to go out alone; and Lefloch will obey me, I am sure, when I tell him that his master’s life depends upon his obedience25.”
“Very well, then; be it as you choose!”
Only he came in again the same evening, and, with an air of disappointment, said to Daniel,—
“To go is all very well; but there is one difficulty in the way, of which neither you nor I have thought.”
“And what is that?”
“Really, doctor?”
“Ah! my dear friend,” replied the excellent man boldly, “do you think I could deceive you?”
Evidently Daniel thought him quite capable of doing so; but he took good care not to show his suspicions, reserving to himself the right of making direct inquiries28 as soon as the opportunity should offer. It came the very next morning. Two friends of his called to see him. He sent Lefloch out of the room on some pretext29, and then begged them to go down to the port, and to engage a passage for him,—no, not for him, but for his man, whom urgent business recalled to France.
In the most eager manner the two gentlemen disappeared. They stayed away three hours; and, when they came back, their answer was the same as the doctor’s. They declared they had made inquiries on all sides; but they were quite sure that there was not a single vessel in Saigon ready to sail for home. Ten other persons whom Daniel asked to do the same thing brought him the same answer. And yet, that very week, two ships sailed,—one for Havre, the other for Bordeaux. But the concierge30 of the hospital, and Lefloch, were so well drilled, that no visitor reached Daniel before having learned his lesson thoroughly31.
Thus they succeeded in keeping Daniel quiet for a fortnight; but, at the end of that time, he declared that he felt quite well enough to look out for a ship himself; and that, if he could do no better, he meant to sail for Singapore, where he would be sure to procure a passage home. It would, of course, have been simple folly32 to try and keep a man back who was so much bent33 upon his purpose; and, as his first visit to the port would have revealed to him the true state of things, the old surgeon preferred to make a clean breast of it. When he learned that he had missed two ships, Daniel was at first naturally very much incensed34.
“That was not right, doctor, to treat me thus,” he exclaimed. “It was wrong; for you know what sacred duties call me home.”
But the surgeon was prepared for his justification35. He replied with a certain solemnity which he rarely assumed,—
“I have only obeyed my conscience. If I had let you set sail in the condition in which you were, I should have virtually sent you to your grave, and thus have deprived your betrothed36, Miss Ville-Handry, of her last and only chance of salvation37.”
Daniel shook his head sadly, and said,—
“But if I get there too late, too late; by a week, a day, do you think, doctor, I shall not curse your prudence24? And who knows, now, when a ship will leave?”
“When? On Sunday, in five days; and that ship is ‘The Saint Louis’ a famous clipper, and so good a sailor, that you will easily overtake the two big three-masters that have sailed before you.”
Offering his hand to Daniel, he added,—
“Come, my dear Champcey; don’t blame an old friend who has done what he thought was his duty to do.”
Daniel was too painfully affected38 to pay much attention to the conclusive39 and sensible reasons alleged40 by the chief surgeon; he saw nothing but that his friends had taken advantage of his condition to keep him in the dark. Still he also felt that it would have been black ingratitude41 and stupid obstinacy43 to preserve in his heart a shadow of resentment44. He therefore, took the hand that was offered him, and, pressing it warmly, replied in a tone of deep emotion,—
“Whatever the future may have in store for me, doctor, I shall never forget that I owe my life to your devotion.”
As usually, when he felt that excitement was overcoming him,—a very rare event, to tell the truth,—the old surgeon fell back into his rough and abrupt45 manner.
“I have attended you as I would have attended any one: that is my duty, and you need not trouble yourself about your gratitude42. If any one owes me thanks, it is Miss Ville-Handry; and I beg you will remind her of it when she is your wife. And now you will be good enough to dismiss all those dismal46 ideas, and remember that you have only five days longer to tremble with impatience47 in this abominable48 country.”
He spoke49 easily enough of it,—five days! It was an eternity50 for a man in Daniel’s state of mind. In three hours he had made all his preparations for his departure, arranged his business matters, and obtained a furlough for Lefloch, who was to go with him. At noon, therefore, he asked himself with terror, how he was to employ his time till night, when they came, and asked if he would please come over to the courthouse, to see the magistrate.
He went at once, and found the lawyer, but so changed, that he hardly recognized him at first. The last mail had brought him the news of his appointment to a judgeship, which he had long anxiously desired, and which would enable him to return, not only to France, but to his native province. He meant to sail in a frigate51 which was to leave towards the end of the month, and in which Crochard, also, was to be sent home.
“In this way,” he said, “I shall arrive at the same time as the accused, and very soon after the papers, which were sent home last week; and I trust and hope I shall be allowed to conduct the trial of an affair, which, so far, has gone smoothly52 enough in my hands.”
His impassive air was gone; and that official mask was laid aside, which might have been looked upon as much a part of his official costume as the black gown which was lying upon one of his trunks. He laughed, he rubbed his hands, and said,—
“I should take pleasure in having him in my court, this Justin Chevassat, alias53 Maxime de Brevan. He must be a cool swindler, brimful of cunning and astuteness54, familiar with all the tricks of criminal courts, and not so easily overcome. It will be no child’s play, I am sure, to prove that he was the instigator55 of Crochard’s crimes, and that he has hired him with his own money. Ah! There will be lively discussions and curious incidents.”
Daniel listened, quite bewildered.
“He, too,” he thought. “Professional enthusiasm carries him away; and here he is, troubling himself about the discussions in court, neither less nor more than Crochard, surnamed Bagnolet. He thinks only of the honor he will reap for having handed over to the jury such a formidable rascal56 as”—
But the lawyer had not sent for Daniel to speak to him of his plans and his hopes. Having learned from the chief surgeon that Lieut. Champcey was on the point of sailing, he wished to tell him that he would receive a very important packet, which he was desired to hand to the court as soon as he reached Paris.
“This is, you understand,” he concluded, “an additional precaution which we take to prevent Maxime de Brevan from escaping us.”
It was five o’clock when Daniel left the court-house; and on the little square before it he found the old surgeon, waiting to carry him off to dinner, and a game of whist in the evening. So, when he undressed at night, he said to himself,—
“After all, the day has not been so very long!”
But to-morrow, and the day after to-morrow, and the next days!
He tried in vain to get rid of the fixed57 idea which filled his mind,—a mechanical instinct, so to say, which was stronger than his will, and drove him incessantly58 to the wharf59 where “The Saint Louis” was lying. Sitting on some bags of rice, he spent hour after hour in watching the cargo60 as it was put on board. Never had the Annamites and the Chinamen, who in Saigon act as stevedores61, appeared to him so lazy, so intolerable. Sometimes he felt as if, seeing or guessing his impatience, they were trying to irritate him by moving the bales with the utmost slowness, and walking with unbearable62 laziness around with the windlass.
Then, when he could no longer bear the sight, he went to the cafe on the wharf, where the captain of “The Saint Louis” was generally to be found.
“Your men will never finish, captain,” he said. “You will never be ready by Sunday.”
To which the captain invariably replied in his fierce Marseilles accent,—
“Don’t be afraid, lieutenant63. ‘The Saint Louis,’ I tell you, beats the Indian mail in punctuality.”
And really, on Saturday, when he saw his passenger come as usual to the cafe, the captain exclaimed,—
“Well, what did I tell you? We are all ready. At five o’clock I get my mail at the post-office; and to-morrow morning we are off. I was just going to send you word that you had better sleep on board.”
That evening the officers of “The Conquest,” gave Daniel a farewell dinner; and it was nearly midnight, when, after having once more shaken hands most cordially with the old chief surgeon, he took possession of his state-room, one of the largest on board ship, in which they had put up two berths64, so that, in case of need, Lefloch might be at hand to attend his master.
Then at last, towards four o’clock in the morning, Daniel was aroused by the clanking of chains, accompanied by the singing of the sailors. He hastened on deck. They were getting up anchors; and, an hour after that, “The Saint Louis” went down the Dong-Nai, aided by a current, rushing along “like lightning.”
“And now,” said Daniel to Lefloch, “I shall judge, by the time it will take us to get home, if fortune is on my side.”
Yes, fate, at last, declared for him. Never had the most extraordinarily65 favorable winds hastened a ship home as in this case. “The Saint Louis” was a first-class sailer; and the captain, stimulated66 by the presence of a navy lieutenant, always exacted the utmost from his ship; so that on the seventeenth day after they had left Saigon, on a fine winter afternoon, Daniel could see the hills above Marseilles rise from the blue waters of the Mediterranean67. He was drawing near the end of the voyage and of his renewed anxieties. Two days more, and he would be in Paris, and his fate would be irrevocably fixed.
But would they let him go on shore that evening? He trembled as he thought of all the formalities which have to be observed when a ship arrives. The quarantine authorities might raise difficulties, and cause a delay.
Standing68 by the side of the captain, he was watching the masts, which looked as if they were loaded down with all the sails they could carry, when a cry from the lookout69 in the bow of the vessel attracted his attention. That man reported, at two ship’s lengths on starboard, a small boat, like a pilot-boat, making signs of distress70. The captain and Daniel exchanged looks of disappointment. The slightest delay in the position in which they were, and at a season when night falls so suddenly, deprived them of all hope of going on shore that night. And who could tell how long it would take them to go to the rescue of that boat?
“Well, never mind!” said Daniel. “We have to do it.”
“I wish they were in paradise!” swore the captain.
Nevertheless, he ordered all that was necessary to slacken speed, and then to tack71 so as to come close upon the little boat.
It was a difficult and tedious manoeuvre72; but at last, after half an hour’s work, they could throw a rope into the boat.
There were two men in it, who hastened to come on the deck of the clipper. One was a sailor of about twenty, the other a man of perhaps fifty, who looked like a country gentleman, appeared ill at ease, and cast about him restless glances in all directions. But, whilst they were hoisting73 themselves up by the man-rope; the captain of “The Saint Louis” had had time to examine their boat, and to ascertain74 that it was in good condition, and every thing in it in perfect order.
Crimson75 with wrath76, he now seized the young sailor by his collar; and, shaking him so roughly as nearly to disjoint his neck, he said with a formidable oath,—
“Are you making fun of me? What wretched joke have you been playing?”
Like their captain, the men on board, also, had discovered the perfect uselessness of the signals of distress which had excited their sympathy; and their indignation was great at what they considered a stupid mystification. They surrounded the sailor with a threatening air, while he struggled in the captain’s hand, and cried in his Marseilles jargon,—
“Let go! You are smothering77 me! It is not my fault. It was the gentleman there, who hired my boat for a sail. I, I would not make the signal; but”—
Nevertheless, the poor fellow would probably have experienced some very rough treatment, if the “gentleman” had not come running up, and covered him with his own body, exclaiming,—
“Let that poor boy go! I am the only one to blame!”
“Ah! so it is you who have dared”—
“Yes, I did it. But I had my reasons. This is surely ‘The Saint Louis,’ eh, coming from Saigon?”
“Yes. What next?”
“You have on board Lieut. Champcey of the navy?”
Daniel, who had been a silent witness of the scene, now stepped forward, very much puzzled.
“I am Lieut. Champcey, sir,” he said. “What do you desire?”
But, instead of replying, the “gentleman” raised his hands to heaven in a perfect ecstasy79 of joy, and said in an undertone,—
“We triumph at last!”
Then, turning to Daniel and the captain, he said,—
“But come, gentlemen, come! I must explain my conduct; and we must be alone for what I have to tell you.”
Pale, and with every sign of seasickness80 in his face, when he had first appeared on deck, the man now seemed to have recovered, and, in spite of the rolling of the vessel, followed the captain and Daniel with a firm step to the quarter-deck. As soon as they were alone, he said,—
“Could I be here, if I had not used a stratagem81? Evidently not. And yet I had the most powerful interest in boarding ‘The Saint Louis’ before she should enter port; therefore I did not hesitate.”
He drew from his pocket a sheet of paper, simply folded twice, and said,—
“Here is my apology, Lieut. Champcey; see if it is sufficient.”
“I am saved, Daniel; and I owe my life to the man who will hand you this. I shall owe to him the pleasure of seeing you again. Confide4 in him as you would in your best and most devoted83 friend; and, I beseech84 you, do not hesitate to follow his advice literally85.
“Henrietta.”
“She is at my sister’s house, safe from all danger.”
“And you, sir, you have rescued her?”
“I did!”
Prompt like thought, Daniel seized the man’s hands, and, pressing them vehemently88, exclaimed with a penetrating89 voice,—
“Never, sir, never, whatever may happen, can I thank you enough. But remember, I pray you, under all circumstances, and for all times, you can count upon Lieut. Champcey.”
A strange smile played on the man’s lips; and, shaking his head, he said, “I shall before long remind you of your promise, lieutenant.”
Standing between the two men, the captain of “The Saint Louis” was looking alternately at the one and the other with an astonished air, listening without comprehending, and imagining marvellous things. The only point he understood was this, that his presence was, to say the least, not useful.
“If that is so,” he said to Daniel, “we cannot blame this gentleman for the ugly trick he has played us.”
“Blame him? Oh, certainly not!”
“Then I’ll leave you. I believe I have treated the sailor who brought him on board a little roughly; but I am going to order him a glass of brandy, which will set him right again.”
Thereupon the captain discreetly90 withdrew; while Papa Ravinet continued,—
“You will tell me, M. Champcey, that it would have been simpler to wait for you in port, and hand you my letter of introduction there. That would have been grievous imprudence. If I heard at the navy department of your arrival, others may have learned it as well. As soon, therefore, as ‘The Saint Louis’ was telegraphed in town, you may be sure a spy was sent to the wharf, who is going to follow you, never losing sight of you, and who will report all your goings and your doings.”
“What does it matter?”
“Ah! do not say so, sir! If our enemies hear of our meeting, you see, if they only find out that we have conversed91 together, all is lost. They would see the danger that threatens them, and they would escape.”
Daniel could hardly trust his ears.
“Our enemies?” he asked, emphasizing the word “our.”
“Yes: I mean our enemies,—Sarah Brandon, Countess Ville-Handry, Maxime de Brevan, Thomas Elgin, and Mrs. Brian.”
“You hate them?”
“If I hate them! I tell you for five years I have lived only on the hope of being able to avenge7 myself on them. Yes, it is five years now, that, lost in the crowd, I have followed them with the perseverance92 of an Indian,—five years that I have patiently, incessantly, inch by inch, undermined the ground beneath their steps. And they suspect nothing. I doubt whether they are aware of my existence. No, not even—What would it be to them, besides? They have pushed me so far down into the mud, that they cannot imagine my ever rising again up to their level. They triumph with impunity93; they boast of their unpunished wickedness, and think they are strong, and safe from all attacks, because they have the prestige and the power of gold. And yet their hour is coming. I, the wretched man, who have been compelled to hide, and to live on my daily labor,—I have attained94 my end. Every thing is ready; and I have only to touch the proud fabric95 of their crimes to make it come down upon them, and crush them all under the ruins. Ah! if I could see them only suffer one-fourth of what they have made me suffer, I should die content.”
Papa Ravinet seemed to have grown a foot; his hatred96 convulsed his placid97 face; his voice trembled with rage; and his yellow eyes shone with ill-subdued passion.
Daniel wondered, and asked himself what the people who had sworn to ruin him and Henrietta could have done to this man, who looked so inoffensive with his bright-flowered waistcoat and his coat with the high collar.
“But who are you, sir?” he asked.
“Who am I?” exclaimed the man,—“who am I?”
But he paused; and, after waiting a little while, he sunk his head, and said,—
The clipper was in the meantime making way rapidly. Already the white country houses appeared on the high bluffs99 amid the pine-groves; and the outlines of the Castle of If were clearly penned on the deep blue of the sky.
“But we are getting near,” exclaimed Papa Ravinet; “and I must get back into my boat. I did not come out so far, that they might see me enter on board ‘The Saint Louis.’”
And when Daniel offered him his state-room, where he might remain in concealment100, he replied,—
“No, no! We shall have time enough to come to an understanding about what is to be done in Paris; and I must go back by rail to-night; I came down for the sole purpose of telling you this. Miss Henrietta is at my sister’s house; but you must take care not to come there. Neither Sarah nor Brevan know what has become of her; they think she has thrown herself into the river; and this conviction is our safety and our strength. As they will most assuredly have you watched, the slightest imprudence might betray us.”
“But I must see Henrietta, sir.”
“Certainly; and I have found the means for it. Instead of going to your former lodgings101, go to the Hotel du Louvre. I will see to it that my sister and Miss Ville-Handry shall have taken rooms there before you reach Paris; and you may be sure, that, in less than a quarter of an hour after your arrival, you will hear news. But, heavens, how near we are! I must make haste.”
Upon Daniel’s request, the ship lay by long enough to allow Papa Ravinet and his sailor to get back again into their boat without danger. When they were safely stowed away in it, and at the moment when they cast off the man-rope, Papa Ravinet called to Daniel,—
“We shall soon see you! Rely upon me! Tonight Miss Henrietta shall have a telegram from us.”
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