Part 34 (1/2)
”Alas, sir, your brother-in-law said to me that he was pursued by the police, and that they were hard on his tracks.”
”Great G.o.d!” murmured Madam Desmarais faintly. ”My brother!”
”Let him get out of here!” cried the attorney, pale with terror. ”Let him get out this instant!”
”You repulse my brother, when he is in danger of his life, perhaps!”
exclaimed Madam Desmarais indignantly. And running to Gertrude she demanded, ”Where is my brother?”
”In the dining room, taking off his cloak--” But interrupting herself she exclaimed, ”Here is Monsieur Hubert, now!”
In fact, it was none other than Hubert himself who appeared in the parlor door. He was laboring under strong emotion; he received his sister in his arms and embraced her effusively.
Advocate Desmarais, a prey to the keenest anxiety, was as yet uncertain as to how his troublesome brother-in-law was to be received. In a whisper he interrogated Gertrude:
”Do you think the porter recognized Monsieur Hubert?”
”With his slouch hat pulled over his eyes, blue gla.s.ses on, and his chin hidden in the collar of his great-coat, Monsieur Hubert was unrecognizable.”
The attorney pondered a few seconds, and continued his conversation with Gertrude: ”You have a key to the little garden gate? Go open it, and leave it ajar. In ten minutes run to the janitor with a great air of alarm and tell him that the person who just asked for me was a robber, that you just surprised him with his hand in the drawer of the dining-room buffet; that he took flight as soon as discovered, that he ran down stairs in a hurry, and that he probably made good his escape by scaling the garden wall. You understand all I've told you? Execute my orders precisely, and not a word on my brother-in-law's presence.”
”It shall all be done as you wish.”
”Not a word of all this to Jeanette or Germain. Let no one into the parlor for any reason whatsoever, and do not come in yourself until I ring for you.” Then Desmarais added, as one who had a brilliant idea, ”For greater safety, I'll bolt the door, Go!”
Gertrude went out, and Desmarais cautiously bolted the door of the parlor.
”To see you again brother, perhaps at the moment of losing you forever!”
sobbed Madam Desmarais addressing Hubert; ”the thought is misery to me.”
”Rea.s.sure yourself, sister. I know how to baffle the pursuits of which I am the object. I have thrown off the scent the spies who dogged my steps. And certes, they will never come to seek me in the house of a member of the Convention. I ask asylum of your husband till midnight only. At that hour I shall quit his house.”
”Ah, I swear, that do I, that you will have quit it in ten minutes!”
retorted the attorney, going over slowly to his wife's side, at the same moment that Hubert, perceiving the wooden packing-case, said to his sister:
”Ah, there is my box!”
”Poor brother,” began Madam Desmarais, interrupting the financier. ”In the midst of your anxieties, you still remembered my birthday. How can I tell you how touched I am at this proof of your affection!”
”I deserve no thanks, my dear sister. The case is not intended for you; it contains some precious objects which I wish to save from the domiciliary visits they make upon suspects.”
”Compromising papers, no doubt!” gasped Desmarais, aside. ”Such an object to drop upon me!”
”I thought these things would be safer here than anywhere else, that is why I sent them in the case,” continued Hubert; ”but for reasons useless to tell you, your servant and the porter must transport it at once to a house at an address I shall give you.”
”I shall go at once to tell our men,” said Madam Desmarais, moving toward the door. But the lawyer stopped her with his hand, and said coldly:
”Madam, you shall not go out!”