Part 48 (1/2)

Gaston Sauverand!

Instinctively, Don Luis took a step back, drew his revolver, and aimed it at the criminal:

”Hands up!” he commanded. ”Hands up, or I fire!”

Sauverand did not appear to be put out. He nodded toward two revolvers which he had laid on a table beyond his reach and said:

”There are my arms. I have come here not to fight, but to talk.”

”How did you get in?” roared Don Luis, exasperated by this display of calmness. ”A false key, I suppose? But how did you get hold of the key?

How did you manage it?”

The other did not reply. Don Luis stamped his foot:

”Speak, will you? Speak! If not--”

But Florence ran into the room. She pa.s.sed him by without his trying to stop her, flung herself upon Gaston Sauverand, and, taking no heed of Perenna's presence, said:

”Why did you come? You promised me that you wouldn't. You swore it to me. Go!”

Sauverand released himself and forced her into a chair.

”Let me be, Florence. I promised only so as to rea.s.sure you. Let me be.”

”No, I will not!” exclaimed the girl eagerly. ”It's madness! I won't have you say a single word. Oh, please, please stop!”

He bent over her and smoothed her forehead, separating her ma.s.s of golden hair.

”Let me do things my own way, Florence,” he said softly.

She was silent, as though disarmed by the gentleness of his voice; and he whispered more words which Don Luis could not hear and which seemed to convince her.

Perenna had not moved. He stood opposite them with his arm outstretched and his finger on the trigger, aiming at the enemy. When Sauverand addressed Florence by her Christian name, he started from head to foot and his finger trembled. What miracle kept him from shooting? By what supreme effort of will did he stifle the jealous hatred that burnt him like fire? And here was Sauverand daring to stroke Florence's hair!

He lowered his arm. He would kill them later, do with them what he pleased, since they were in his power, and since nothing henceforth could s.n.a.t.c.h them from his vengeance.

He took Sauverand's two revolvers and laid them in a drawer. Then he went back to the door, intending to lock it. But hearing a sound on the first-floor landing, he leant over the bal.u.s.ters. The butler was coming upstairs with a tray in his hand.

”What is it now?”

”An urgent letter, sir, for Sergeant Mazeroux.”

”Sergeant Mazeroux is with me. Give me the letter and don't let me be disturbed again.”

He tore open the envelope. The letter, hurriedly written in pencil and signed by one of the inspectors on duty outside the house, contained these words:

”Look out, Sergeant. Gaston Sauverand is in the house. Two people living opposite say that the girl who is known hereabouts as the lady housekeeper came in at half-past one, before we took up our posts. She was next seen at the window of her lodge.

”A few moments after, a small, low door, used for the cellars and situated under the lodge, was opened, evidently by her. Almost at the same time a man entered the square, came along the wall, and slipped in through the cellar door. According to the description it was Gaston Sauverand. So look out, Sergeant. At the least alarm, at the first signal from you, we shall come in.”