Part 151 (1/2)

”High up; on the fourth.”

Henry heaved a sigh. It was there that he wished to be.

”Come, Monsieur de Beaulieu,” said he, ”be good enough to show me my room. I am in haste to see it, as I am greatly fatigued from the journey we have just made.”

”This is it, my lord,” said Beaulieu, pointing to an open door.

”Number two,” said Henry; ”why not number one?”

”Because that is reserved, my lord.”

”Ah! it seems, then, that you expect a prisoner of higher rank than I.”

”I did not say, my lord, that it was a prisoner.”

”Who is it, then?”

”I beg my lord not to insist, for by refusing to answer I should fail in the obedience due him.”

”Ah! that is another thing,” said Henry.

And he became more pensive than before. Number one perplexed him, apparently. The governor was a.s.siduous in his attentions. With a thousand apologies he installed Henry in his apartment, made every excuse for the comforts he might lack, stationed two soldiers at the door, and withdrew.

”Now,” said the governor, addressing the turnkey, ”let us go to the others.”

The turnkey walked ahead. They took the same road by which they had come, pa.s.sed through the chamber of torture, crossed the corridor, and reached the stairway. Then, still following his guide, Monsieur de Beaulieu ascended three flights. On reaching the fourth floor the turnkey opened successively three doors, each ornamented with two locks and three enormous bolts. He had scarcely touched the third door before they heard a joyous voice exclaiming:

”By Heaven! open; if only to give us some air. Your stove is so warm that I am stifled here.”

And Coconnas, whom the reader has no doubt already recognized from his favorite exclamation, bounded from where he stood to the door.

”One instant, my gentleman,” said the turnkey, ”I have not come to let you out, but to let myself in, and the governor is with me.”

”The governor!” said Coconnas, ”what does he want?”

”To pay you a visit.”

”He does me great honor,” said Coconnas; ”and he is welcome.”

Monsieur de Beaulieu entered and at once dispelled the cordial smile of Coconnas by one of those icy looks which belong to governors of fortresses, to jailers, and to hangmen.

”Have you any money, monsieur?” he asked of the prisoner.

”I?” said Coconnas; ”not a crown.”

”Jewels?”

”I have a ring.”

”Will you allow me to search you?”