Part 166 (1/2)
”Halt there,” said he. ”You shall not go out by the window, you shall go through the door. It's less unhealthy. There are seven of you, there are fifteen of us. Don't let's fall to collaring each other like men of Auvergne.”
Bigrenaille drew out a pistol which he had kept concealed under his blouse, and put it in Thenardier's hand, whispering in the latter's ear:--
”It's Javert. I don't dare fire at that man. Do you dare?”
”Parbleu!” replied Thenardier.
”Well, then, fire.”
Thenardier took the pistol and aimed at Javert.
Javert, who was only three paces from him, stared intently at him and contented himself with saying:--
”Come now, don't fire. You'll miss fire.”
Thenardier pulled the trigger. The pistol missed fire.
”Didn't I tell you so!” e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Javert.
Bigrenaille flung his bludgeon at Javert's feet.
”You're the emperor of the fiends! I surrender.”
”And you?” Javert asked the rest of the ruffians.
They replied:--
”So do we.”
Javert began again calmly:--
”That's right, that's good, I said so, you are nice fellows.”
”I only ask one thing,” said Bigrenaille, ”and that is, that I may not be denied tobacco while I am in confinement.”
”Granted,” said Javert.
And turning round and calling behind him:--
”Come in now!”
A squad of policemen, sword in hand, and agents armed with bludgeons and cudgels, rushed in at Javert's summons. They pinioned the ruffians.
This throng of men, sparely lighted by the single candle, filled the den with shadows.
”Handcuff them all!” shouted Javert.
”Come on!” cried a voice which was not the voice of a man, but of which no one would ever have said: ”It is a woman's voice.”
The Thenardier woman had entrenched herself in one of the angles of the window, and it was she who had just given vent to this roar.