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Chapter 12. Captain La Jonquiere |
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_ CHAPTER XII. CAPTAIN LA JONQUIERE There was, as the reader has learned, in the Rue des Bourdonnais, a hotel where one could lodge, eat, and drink. In his nocturnal interview with Dubois, Tapin had received the famous name of La Jonquiere, and had transmitted it to L'Eveille, who had passed it to all the chiefs of police, who had begun to search for the suspected officer in all the equivocal houses in Paris. The conspiracy of Cellamare, which we have related in a history of the Chevalier d'Harmental, had taught them that everywhere conspirators were to be found. It was, however, by luck or by cleverness, Maitre Tapin himself who, in the Rue des Bourdonnais and in the hotel Muids d'Amour, found La Jonquiere, who was then a nightmare to Dubois. The landlord took Tapin to be an old attorney's clerk, and replied to his questions politely, that "the Captain la Jonquiere was in the hotel, but was asleep." Tapin asked no more. La Jonquiere was asleep, therefore he was in bed, for it was only six in the morning; if he were in bed, then he must be stopping at the inn. Tapin went back to the Palais Royal, and found Dubois, who had just left the regent. A number of false La Jonquieres had already been discovered by his emissaries. One was a smuggler, called Captain la Jonciere, whom L'Eveille had found and arrested. A second was La Jonquille, sergeant in the French guards, and many others. "Well," said Dubois, when Tapin had made his report, "you have found the real Captain la Jonquiere, then?" "Yes, monseigneur." "Is he called La Jonquiere?" "Yes, monseigneur." "L-a, la; J-o-n, jon; q-u-i-e-r-e, quiere?" continued he, spelling the word. "La Jonquiere," repeated Tapin. "A captain." "Yes, monseigneur." "What is he doing?" "Waiting and drinking." "That must be he," said Dubois; "and does he pay?" He evidently attached great importance to the question. "Very well, monsieur." "A la bonne heure, Tapin. You have some sense." "Monseigneur," said Tapin, modestly, "you flatter me; it is quite clear, if he had not paid he could not have been a dangerous man." Dubois gave him ten louis as a reward, gave him some further orders, and set out at once to go to the Rue des Bourdonnais. Let us say a word regarding the interior of the hotel. It was partly hotel, partly public house; the dwelling rooms were on the first-floor, and the tavern rooms on the ground-floor. The principal of these, the common room, had four oak tables, and a quantity of red and white curtains; some benches along the walls, some glasses on a sideboard, some handsomely framed pictures, all blackened and rendered nauseous by smoke, completed the tout ensemble of this room, in which sat a fat man, with a red face, thirty-five or forty years old, and a little pale girl of twelve or fourteen. This was the landlord and his only daughter and heiress. A servant was cooking a ragout in the kitchen. As the clock struck one, a French guard entered, and stopping at the threshold, murmured, "Rue des Bourdonnais, Muids d'Amour, in the common room, to sit at the table on the left, and wait." Then, in accordance with this, the worthy defender of his country, whistling a tune and twirling his mustache, seated himself at the place indicated. Scarcely had he had time to seat himself and strike his fist on the table, which, in the language of all taverns, means "Some wine," than a second guard, dressed exactly like the first, appeared at the door, murmured some words, and, after a little hesitation, seated himself by the other. The two soldiers looked at each other, and both exclaimed: "Ah!" which in all languages means surprise. "It is you, Grippart," said one. "It is you, L'Eulevant," said the other. "What are you doing in this tavern?" "And you?" "I do not know." "Nor I." "You come here, then?" [Illustration: CAPTAIN LA JONQUIERE.--Page 463.] "Under orders." "That is my case." "And you are waiting?" "For a man who is coming." "With a watchword?" "And on this watchword?" "I am to obey as though it were Tapin himself." "Just so; and, in the mean time, I have a pistole for drink." "I have a pistole also, but I was not told to drink." "And it being doubtful?" "In doubt, as the sage says, I do not abstain." "In that case, let us drink." And he raised his hand to call the landlord, but it was not necessary, for he was standing near, expecting orders. "Some wine," cried the two guards. "Orleans," added one; "I like that." The landlord brought an inclosed bottle. The two drinkers filled their glasses, emptied them, and then placed them on the table, each with a different grimace, but both intended to express the same opinion. When the host was gone, one said to the other: "You know more of this than you have told me?" "I know it concerns a certain captain," answered the other. "Yes; just so. But I suppose we shall have aid to arrest him?" "Doubtless; two to one is not enough." "You forget the man with the watchword." "Ah! I think I hear something." "Yes; some one coming downstairs." "Chut!" "Silence!" And the soldiers, much more occupied by their commission than if they had really been soldiers, kept an eye turned toward the staircase while they drunk. They were not deceived; the step on the staircase approached, and they saw, first, some legs, then a body, then a head descending. The legs were covered with fine silk stockings and white cashmere breeches, the body with a tight blue coat, and the head with a three-cornered hat, jauntily placed over one ear; his epaulets left no doubt that he held the rank of captain. This man, who was, in fact, Captain la Jonquiere, was about five feet five, rather fat, and had a sagacious air; one would almost have supposed that he suspected spies in the two soldiers, for he turned his back to them at once, and entered into conversation with his host in a somewhat assumed tone and manner. "In truth," said he, "I should have dined here, and this delicious perfume of stewed kidneys would have tempted me, but some bons vivants are expecting me at the 'Galoubet de Paphos.' Perhaps a young man may come here this morning, but I could not wait any longer. Should he ask for a hundred pistoles, say that I shall be back in an hour, if he will wait." "Very well, captain," said the host. "Some wine," said the guard. "Ah," said the captain, throwing an apparently careless glance at the drinkers, "here are some soldiers who have but little respect for an epaulet." Then, turning to the host-- "Serve these gentlemen; you see they are in a hurry." "Ah," said one, rising, "as soon as monsieur will permit." "Certainly I permit it," said La Jonquiere; and he stepped toward the door. "But, captain," said the host, stopping him, "you have not told me the name of the gentleman you expect." La Jonquiere hesitated. After a moment: "Monsieur Gaston de Chanlay," he replied. "Gaston de Chanlay," repeated the host. "I hope I shall remember the name. Gaston--Gascon. Ah, I shall remember Gascon. Chanlay; ah, I shall think of Chandelle." "That is it," repeated La Jonquiere, gravely; "Gascon de Chandelle." And he went out, but not without looking round the corners of the street and the angles of the houses. He had not taken a hundred steps in the Rue St. Honore before Dubois presented himself at the door. He had passed La Jonquiere, but, never having seen him, could not recognize him. He presented himself boldly, dressed as a shopkeeper. _ |
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