Part 154 (1/2)
”No.”
”As for the fourth, no one sees him, not even his adjutants, clerks, and employees. It is not surprising that you did not see him.”
”No. Who are all those persons?” asked Marius.
The inspector answered:--
”Besides, this is not the time for them.”
He relapsed into silence, then resumed:--
”50-52. I know that barrack. Impossible to conceal ourselves inside it without the artists seeing us, and then they will get off simply by countermanding the vaudeville. They are so modest! An audience embarra.s.ses them. None of that, none of that. I want to hear them sing and make them dance.”
This monologue concluded, he turned to Marius, and demanded, gazing at him intently the while:--
”Are you afraid?”
”Of what?” said Marius.
”Of these men?”
”No more than yourself!” retorted Marius rudely, who had begun to notice that this police agent had not yet said ”monsieur” to him.
The inspector stared still more intently at Marius, and continued with sententious solemnity:--
”There, you speak like a brave man, and like an honest man. Courage does not fear crime, and honesty does not fear authority.”
Marius interrupted him:--
”That is well, but what do you intend to do?”
The inspector contented himself with the remark:--
”The lodgers have pa.s.s-keys with which to get in at night. You must have one.”
”Yes,” said Marius.
”Have you it about you?”
”Yes.”
”Give it to me,” said the inspector.
Marius took his key from his waistcoat pocket, handed it to the inspector and added:--
”If you will take my advice, you will come in force.”
The inspector cast on Marius such a glance as Voltaire might have bestowed on a provincial academician who had suggested a rhyme to him; with one movement he plunged his hands, which were enormous, into the two immense pockets of his top-coat, and pulled out two small steel pistols, of the sort called ”knock-me-downs.” Then he presented them to Marius, saying rapidly, in a curt tone:--
”Take these. Go home. Hide in your chamber, so that you may be supposed to have gone out. They are loaded. Each one carries two b.a.l.l.s. You will keep watch; there is a hole in the wall, as you have informed me. These men will come. Leave them to their own devices for a time. When you think matters have reached a crisis, and that it is time to put a stop to them, fire a shot. Not too soon. The rest concerns me. A shot into the ceiling, the air, no matter where. Above all things, not too soon.