Part 11 (1/2)

”Well, then, citizen,” said the dark young man with a politeness not wholly exempt from satire, ”let us call it 'provisional government.'”

”This provisional government has its staff and its armies.”

”Bah! its staff perhaps--but its armies--”

”Its armies, I repeat.”

”Where are they?”

”One is being organized in the mountains of Auvergne, under the orders of M. de Chardon; another in the Jura Mountains, under M. Teyssonnet; and, finally, a third is operating most successfully at this time, in the Vendee, under the orders of Escarboville, Achille Leblond and Cadoudal.”

”Truly, citizen, you render me a real service in telling me this. I thought the Bourbons completely resigned to their exile. I supposed the police so organized as to suppress both provisional royalist committees in the large towns and bandits on the highways. In fact, I believed the Vendee had been completely pacificated by Hoche.”

The young man to whom this reply was addressed burst out laughing.

”Why, where do you come from?” he exclaimed.

”I told you, citizen, from the end of the earth.”

”So it seems.” Then he continued: ”You understand, the Bourbons are not rich, the emigres whose property was confiscated are ruined. It is impossible to organize two armies and maintain a third without money.

The royalists faced an embarra.s.sing problem; the republic alone could pay for its enemies' troops and, it being improbable that she would do so of her own volition, the shady negotiation was abandoned, and it was adjudged quicker to take the money without permission than to ask her for it.”

”Ah! I understand at last.”

”That's very fortunate.”

”Companions of Jehu then are the intermediaries between the Republic and the Counter-Revolution, the tax-collectors of the royalist generals?”

”Yes. It is not robbery, but a military operation, rather a feat of arms like any other. So there you are, citizen, and now you are as well informed on this point as ourselves.”

”But,” timidly hazarded the wine merchant of Bordeaux, ”if the Companions of Jehu--observe that I say nothing against them--want the government money--”

”The government money, no other. Individual plunder on their part is unheard of.”

”How does it happen, then, that yesterday, in addition to the government money, they carried off two hundred louis of mine?”

”My dear sir,” replied the young man of the table d'hote, ”I have already told you that there is some mistake. As surely as my name is Alfred de Barjols, this money will be returned to you some day.”

The wine merchant heaved a sigh and shook his head, as if, in spite of that a.s.surance, he still retained some doubts. But at this moment, as if the promise given by the young n.o.ble, who had just revealed his social position by telling his name, had stirred the delicacy of those whom he thus guaranteed, a horse stopped at the entrance, steps were heard in the corridor, the dining-room door opened, and a masked man, armed to the teeth, appeared on the threshold.

”Gentlemen,” said he, in the profound silence occasioned by his apparition, ”is there a traveller here named Jean Picot, who was in the diligence that was held up yesterday between Lambesc and Pont-Royal?”

”Yes,” said the wine merchant, amazed.

”Are you he?” asked the masked man.

”I am.”

”Was anything taken from you?”