Part 295 (1/2)
Thenardier cast upon Marius the sovereign glance of a conquered man who lays his hand once more upon the victory, and who has just regained, in one instant, all the ground which he has lost. But the smile returned instantly. The inferior's triumph in the presence of his superior must be wheedling.
Thenardier contented himself with saying to Marius:
”Monsieur le Baron, we are on the wrong track.”
And he emphasized this phrase by making his bunch of seals execute an expressive whirl.
”What!” broke forth Marius, ”do you dispute that? These are facts.”
”They are chimeras. The confidence with which Monsieur le Baron honors me renders it my duty to tell him so. Truth and justice before all things. I do not like to see folks accused unjustly. Monsieur le Baron, Jean Valjean did not rob M. Madeleine and Jean Valjean did not kill Javert.”
”This is too much! How is this?”
”For two reasons.”
”What are they? Speak.”
”This is the first: he did not rob M. Madeleine, because it is Jean Valjean himself who was M. Madeleine.”
”What tale are you telling me?”
”And this is the second: he did not a.s.sa.s.sinate Javert, because the person who killed Javert was Javert.”
”What do you mean to say?”
”That Javert committed suicide.”
”Prove it! prove it!” cried Marius beside himself.
Thenardier resumed, scanning his phrase after the manner of the ancient Alexandrine measure:
”Police-agent-Ja-vert-was-found-drowned-un-der-a-boat-of-the-Pont-au-Change.”
”But prove it!”
Thenardier drew from his pocket a large envelope of gray paper, which seemed to contain sheets folded in different sizes.
”I have my papers,” he said calmly.
And he added:
”Monsieur le Baron, in your interests I desired to know Jean Valjean thoroughly. I say that Jean Valjean and M. Madeleine are one and the same man, and I say that Javert had no other a.s.sa.s.sin than Javert. If I speak, it is because I have proofs. Not ma.n.u.script proofs--writing is suspicious, handwriting is complaisant,--but printed proofs.”
As he spoke, Thenardier extracted from the envelope two copies of newspapers, yellow, faded, and strongly saturated with tobacco. One of these two newspapers, broken at every fold and falling into rags, seemed much older than the other.
”Two facts, two proofs,” remarked Thenardier. And he offered the two newspapers, unfolded, to Marius.
The reader is acquainted with these two papers. One, the most ancient, a number of the Drapeau Blanc of the 25th of July, 1823, the text of which can be seen in the first volume, established the ident.i.ty of M.
Madeleine and Jean Valjean.
The other, a Moniteur of the 15th of June, 1832, announced the suicide of Javert, adding that it appeared from a verbal report of Javert to the prefect that, having been taken prisoner in the barricade of the Rue de la Chanvrerie, he had owed his life to the magnanimity of an insurgent who, holding him under his pistol, had fired into the air, instead of blowing out his brains.