Part 18 (1/2)
The moment when wild beasts seize their food is always the most critical, and that moment had now arrived for these three hungry tigers.
Cerizet would sometimes say to Theodose, with that revolutionary glance which twice in this century sovereigns have had to meet:--
”I have made you king, and here am I still nothing! for it is nothing not to be all.”
A reaction of envy was rus.h.i.+ng its avalanche through Cerizet. Dutocq was at the mercy of his copying clerk. Theodose would gladly have burned his copartners could he have burned their papers in the same conflagration.
All three studied each other too carefully, in order to conceal their own thoughts, not to be in turn divined. Theodose lived a life of three h.e.l.ls as he thought of what lay below the cards, then of his own game, and then of his future. His speech to Thuillier was a cry of despair; he threw his lead into the waters of the old bourgeois and found there nothing more than twenty-five thousand francs.
”And,” he said to himself as he went to his own room, ”possibly nothing at all a month hence.”
He new felt the deepest hatred to the Thuilliers. But Thuillier himself he held by a harpoon stuck into the depths of the man's vanity; namely, by the projected work, ent.i.tled ”Taxation and the Sinking Fund,” for which he intended to rearrange the ideas of the Saint-Simonian ”Globe,”
giving them a systematic form, and coloring them with his fervid Southern diction. Thuillier's bureaucratic knowledge of the subject would be of use to him here. Theodose therefore clung to this rope, resolving to do battle, on so poor a base of operations, with the vanity of a fool, which, according to individual character, is either granite or sand. On reflection, Theodose was inclined to be content with the prospect.
On the evening before the right of redemption expired, Claparon and Cerizet proceeded to manipulate the notary in the following manner.
Cerizet, to whom Claparon had revealed the pa.s.sword and the notary's retreat, went out to this hiding-place to say to the latter:--
”One of my friends, Claparon, whom you know, has asked me to come and see you; he will expect you to-morrow, in the evening, you know where.
He has the paper you expect from him, which he will exchange with you for the ten thousand agreed upon; but I must be present, for five thousand of that sum belong to me; and I warn you, my dear monsieur, that the name in the counter-deed is in blank.”
”I shall be there,” replied the ex-notary.
The poor devil waited the whole night in agonies of mind that can well be imagined, for safety or inevitable ruin were in the balance. At sunrise he saw approaching him, instead of Claparon, a bailiff of the Court of commerce, who produced a judgment against him in regular form, and informed him that he must go with him to Clichy.
Cerizet had made an arrangement with one of the creditors of the luckless notary, pledging himself to deliver up the debtor on payment to himself of half the debt. Out of the ten thousand francs promised to Claparon, the victim of this trap was obliged, in order to obtain his liberty, to pay six thousand down, the amount of his debt.
On receiving his share of this extortion Cerizet said to himself: ”There's three thousand to make Cerizet clear out.”
Cerizet then returned to the notary and said: ”Claparon is a scoundrel, monsieur; he has received fifteen thousand francs from the proposed purchaser of your house, who will now, of course, become the owner.
Threaten to reveal his hiding-place to his creditors, and to have him sued for fraudulent bankruptcy, and he'll give you half.”
In his wrath the notary wrote a fulminating letter to Claparon.
Claparon, alarmed, feared an arrest, and Cerizet offered to get him a pa.s.sport.
”You have played me many a trick, Claparon,” he said, ”but listen to me now, and you can judge of my kindness. I possess, as my whole means, three thousand francs; I'll give them to you; start for America, and make your fortune there, as I'm trying to make mine here.”
That evening Claparon, carefully disguised by Cerizet, left for Havre by the diligence. Cerizet remained master of the fifteen thousand francs to be paid to Claparon, and he awaited Theodose with the payment thereof tranquilly.
”The limit for bidding-in is pa.s.sed,” thought Theodose, as he went to find Dutocq and ask him to bring Cerizet to his office. ”Suppose I were now to make an effort to get rid of my leech?”
”You can't settle this affair anywhere but at Cerizet's, because Claparon must be present, and he is hiding there,” said Dutocq.
Accordingly, Theodose went, between seven and eight o'clock, to the den of the ”banker of the poor,” whom Dutocq had notified of his coming.
Cerizet received him in the horrible kitchen where miseries and sorrows were chopped and cooked, as we have seen already. The pair then walked up and down, precisely like two animals in a cage, while mutually playing the following scene:--
”Have you brought the fifteen thousand francs?”
”No, but I have them at home.”