Part 25 (1/2)

”Empty? No! But.”...

Father Louis was white as paper. He searched his pocket in feverish haste, drew from it a screwdriver, rapidly detached the lock, and rushed into the room, followed by Aunt Palmyra, who bawled:

”Oh, my good lord! Whatever is the matter with her?”

Nichoune was stretched out on her bed, and might have seemed asleep to an onlooker were it not for two things which at once struck the eye: her face was all purple, and her arms, sticking straight up in the air, were terrifyingly white and rigid. Approaching the bed, the innkeeper and Aunt Palmyra saw that Nichoune's arms were maintained in this vertical position by means of string tied round her wrists and fastened to the canopy over the bed.

”She is dead!” cried Father Louis. ”This is awful! Good heavens! What a thing to happen!”

Aunt Palmyra, for all her previous protestations of affection for her charming niece, did not seem in any way moved by the tragic discovery.

She glanced rapidly round the room without a sign of emotion. This att.i.tude only lasted a moment. Suddenly she broke out into loud lamentations uttering piercing cries: she threw herself into an arm-chair, then sank in a heap on the sofa, then returned to the table! She was making a regular nuisance of herself. The innkeeper, scared and bewildered, did not know how to act: he was staring fixedly at the unfortunate Nichoune, who gave no sign of life. Involuntarily the man had touched the dead girl's shoulder: the body was quite cold.

The innkeeper, who had been driven into a state of distracted bewilderment by Aunt Palmyra's behaviour, now bethought him of his obvious duty: of course he must call in the police, and also avoid scandal. Also he must stop this old woman's outrageous goings-on.

”Be quiet!” he commanded. ”You are not to make such a noise! Stay where you are! Don't stir from that corner until I return ... and, above all, you must not touch a single thing before the arrival of the police.”

”The police!” moaned Aunt Palmyra. ”It is frightful! Oh, my poor Nichoune, however could this have happened?”

Nevertheless, scarcely had the innkeeper retired than the old woman, with remarkable dexterity, rummaged about among the disordered furniture, and seized a certain number of papers, which she hid in her bodice.

Hardly had she pushed them out of sight when the innkeeper returned, accompanied by a policeman. It was in vain that Father Louis endeavoured to get the policeman into the tragic room. He did not wish to do anything.

”I tell you,” he repeated in his big voice, ”it's not worth my while looking at this corpse ... for the superintendent will be here shortly, and he will take charge of the legal procedure.”

At the end of about ten minutes the magistrate appeared, accompanied by his secretary, and immediately proceeded to a summary interrogation of the innkeeper; but, in the presence of Aunt Palmyra, it was impossible to do any serious work. This insupportable old woman could not make head or tail of the questions, and answered at random.

”Leave the room, Madame, leave the room, and I will hear what you have to say presently.”

”But where must I go?” whined Aunt Palmyra.

”Go where you like! Go to the devil!” shouted the exasperated inspector.

”Oh, well, I suppose I ought not to say so,” replied the old woman, looking seriously offended, ”but, though you are an inspector, you have a very rude tongue in your head!”

To emphasise her majestic exit, Aunt Palmyra added:

”Fancy now! Not one of you have thought of it! I am going as far as the corner to look for flowers for this poor little thing.”

Either florists were difficult to find, or Aunt Palmyra had no wish to see them as she pa.s.sed by, for the old woman walked right through the town without stopping. When she reached the railway station she looked at the clock.

”By the saints! I have barely time,” she e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed.

The old termagant traversed the waiting-room, got her ticket punched--it was a return ticket--and stepped on to the platform at the precise moment a porter was crying in an ear-piercing voice:

”Pa.s.sengers for Paris take your seats!”

Aunt Palmyra installed herself in a second-cla.s.s compartment: ”_For ladies only._”