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THE CONDEMNED DOOE 
 
THE 
 
 CONDEMNED DOOE 
 
 (POETE CLOSE) 
 
 OR 
 BY 
 
 FOETUNE DU BOISGOBEY 
 
 Author of **The Blue Veil," "Cry op Blood," &c., &c. 
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 CONTENTS 
 
 \SB1 
 
 VOL. I 
 
 I. Awaiting Her Chosen ... 7 
 
 II. The Shadow of Death Falls Across 
 
 Guilty Joys 13 
 
 III. Keeping Guard Over the Death Trap 19 
 
 IV. Lady Flavia Signs Her Husband's 
 
 Death Warrant ... 27 
 
 v. Slain in the Hour of His Vengeance 32 
 
 VI. Another Barrier Between the Lovers 38 
 
 VII. Lady Flavia's Troublesome Avenger 44 
 VIII. The Nest is Empty, and the Bird 
 
 Flown 47 
 
 IX. What Unknown Enemy has Done This? 52 
 
 X. Lady Flavia Goes A-visiting 56 
 
 XI. The Servant Who Dared to Love His 
 
 Lady ... 61 
 
 XII. The Footsteps of The Avenger ... 68 
 
 xiii. The Hand of Justice Grasps a Victim 73 
 
 XIV. The Sister's Revelation 79 
 
 XV. His Heroism a Sham, Like His Love 86 
 XVI. A Dirge of Death from Beyond the 
 
 Sea 90 
 
 xvii. The Sting from the Grave 96 
 
 xviii. " When you see the Dog, the Master 
 
 is not Far Off" 105 
 
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vi Contents 
 
 CHAP. PAGE 
 
 XIX. Dropping a Torch in a Keg of Powder 113 
 
 XX. Out of the Tomb into the Sunlight 121 
 
 XXI. A Terrible Sweetheart 127 
 
 xxiL Her most Dangerous Rival 132 
 
 XXIII. The Magnet City continues to Draw 139 
 
 XXIV. Who Sounded the Lure.^ 144 
 
 VOLUME II 
 
 XXV. An Awkward Encounter 
 XXVI. Seeking the Man of Mystery... 
 xxvii. Little Yvon's Vow of Secrecy 
 xxvin. The Second on the Quest 
 XXIX. The Old Tower Yields up a Clue . 
 XXX. The Spies in the Stronghold... 
 xxxL The Doctor's Obstinate Patient 
 xxxii. The Dead Shot at Work Again 
 
 XXXIII. The Revulsion from Love to Hatred . 
 
 XXXIV. The Sisters' Conflict ... 
 
 XXXV. Between Two Fires 
 xxxvL The Special Trial 
 
 XXXVII. The little Pin on which the Trial 
 
 Turned 
 
 xxxviii. Denounced as the Assassin 
 xxxix. the Lovers prepare for Flight 
 
 XL. A Bed of Thorns 
 
 xli. The Uninvited Second ... 
 
 xlil The Last Embrace 
 
 Epilogue 
 
 151 
 160 
 166 
 172 
 178 
 186 
 195 
 204 
 210 
 216 
 233 
 245 
 
 257 
 266 
 275 
 
 282 
 295 
 305 
 314 
 
THE CONDEMNED DOOR 
 
 Or, The Secret of Trigavou Castle 
 
 VOLUME ONE 
 
 CHAPTEK I 
 
 AWAITING HER CHOSEN 
 
 One November evening, last year, the Baroness of Houlbecq 
 was brooding all alone in her delightful snuggery in the 
 first story of the left wing of Trigavou Castle, her country 
 seat in Brittany. Her husband. General Baron Houlbecq, 
 had gone away hunting at dawn, in woods thirty miles 
 distant. 
 
 The night was black and the wind blew like blasts of 
 thunder, coming in booming gusts which burst heavy rain 
 clouds at varied intervals. The showers lashed the window 
 panes and made the huge old trees groan again. Altogether 
 it was a time when the nor'-wester hinted that good folk 
 ought to keep close to their own fireside. 
 
 The Baroness Flavia was in a reverie before the old- 
 fashioned fire-place, where large oak logs blazed, having 
 tossed aside a book upon a Chinese lacquered table. 
 
 Her situation required profound reflection, for it seemed 
 about turning to tragedy, the blackest and most guilty 
 perhaps. 
 
 Trigavou Castle was a large, rambling structure, half a 
 
8 The Condemned Door 
 
 hundred years old, tacked on a tower, remnant of a glorious 
 stronghold, besieged thrice by the English ; this tower had 
 been maintained by the last proprietor of the old line under 
 the terms of sale, to bear witness to the antiquity of his race. 
 This heir had been ruined by unlucky speculations, so that 
 all he had left to his only son, Alain of Trigavou, was less 
 than a thousand francs a-year. 
 
 After the Franco-Prussian war of 1870, land and house 
 were bought by General Houlbecq, who spent the mid-half 
 year here with the wife he espoused after leaving the army. 
 He led a hearty life shooting, hunting and feasting all the 
 neighbouring squires. There was no ball-giving, as he 
 received none but men, though my lady did not show that 
 time hung heavy^^on her hands. With perfect cordiality she 
 presided at these " stag-parties,'' where the cream of society 
 presented itself in shooting-coats and wading-boots. She so 
 gratified the farmers that they overlooked the " town lady," 
 as they called her, putting on airs of elegance, and were lost 
 in admiration of her straightforwardness in greeting. 
 
 Lady Flavia was a town lady, indeed, and a high born 
 dame to boot, for her father was the Marquis of Bourbriac, 
 but he had died like the last of the Trigavous, leaving his 
 two daughters never a penny piece. The sisters were 
 alike only in that respect, for Flavia was a very handsome, 
 tall brunette, resembling her mother, a Cuban whom the 
 marquis had married out of love ; whilst Yiviana, with the 
 pet name of Vivette, was a blonde, sweet and gentle, with 
 no such fiery eyes, brilliant colour or quick wit as Flavia. 
 Their aunt, who had brought up the orphans, set Vivette 
 down as a " silly," but she was wrong, for Vivette had sound 
 sense, keen wisdom and true goodness. She did not dazzle, 
 but bewitched. 
 
 Flavia's marriage lifted the Bourbriacs out of genteel 
 poverty. She was twenty-five when General Houlbecq 
 (second baron, his father having been ennobled when colonel 
 tinder Napoleon I.) was violently smitten at a ball given by 
 Marshal MacMahon at the Elysee Palace. The general was 
 
Awaiting her Chosen 9 
 
 over fifty, though he did not look his age, and passed for a 
 handsome soldier. Corpulence had not spoilt his burly figure ; 
 his face was martial, and that never displeases women ; and 
 out of his twenty thousand dollars of income he endowered 
 the Bourbriac beauty with munificent pin-money. 
 
 In three weeks married and installed in the baron's man- 
 sion, Friedland Avenue, Paris, the new couple went for the 
 summer to Trigavou House, and by 1885 they had kept up 
 this course without any accident. 
 
 Flavia remained childless, so there was nobody else in 
 the house save Yivette, who would not wed, though her 
 brother-in-law was ready to " pay expenses and to boot." 
 
 The baron and his wife dwelt in perfect accord, though 
 unlike in tastes and temper. She liked fashion, he hated it. 
 She was coquettish ; he simple, wild, even rather rough, like the 
 older type of soldiers. But still no serious rupture had oc- 
 curred. In Paris, my lady was never maligned, and down in 
 the country her behaviour was irreproachable. The gossips 
 hinted that the devil's own always carried on their games 
 under the mask : but there were no grounds for such slurs, 
 as the guests were not of the kind to captivate a beauty who 
 had turned the cold shoulder on notorious lady-killers. 
 Besides, the general played the sentinel well. He had aged 
 >:3onsiderably under marriage, the usual penalty on late 
 comers to the Temple of Hymen ; it drives them grey to 
 watch a treasure they cannot enjoy. 
 
 As their years accumulate, their jealousy augments. 
 
 He tried to hide it, but his wife knew what was in the air, 
 and guided herself accordingly. Hence she deprived herself 
 of the only company likely to tease her lord and master, 
 Alain of Trigavou. 
 
 All he had preserved of his birthright was a farmer's 
 house, where he spent most of the year. He was a capti- 
 vating fellow, and the lovely Flavia had met him in town 
 houses of high degree wherein his good old name passed him 
 in spite of the slender purse. When the Houlbecqs came 
 down for the summer, Alain would call, and the general 
 
10 The Condemned Door 
 
 would return his visit in twenty-four hours, and there ceased 
 their relations, though the Hunaudaie Farm was not a long 
 walk from Trigavou. Not being a sportsman, Alain never 
 met the baron and his hard-riding crew in the woods, and so 
 lived on in complete loneliness, till many wondered whence 
 he derived the courage to be the hermit up to Christmas in 
 the bleakest northern country. 
 
 Probably the general never had this question strike him. 
 Flavia alone might have answered it, and if her mate had 
 been less out of doors, he might have guessed a letter or two 
 of the key- word. But, though he never thought of it, every- 
 thing comes to a solution in this inquisitive world. 
 
 Flavia was listening in her boudoir, but not to the branches 
 tearing one another in the gale ; it seemed as if she were 
 expecting somebody, and yet her husband was not to return 
 till after the morrow. It was St. Hubert's Day, the patron 
 saint of the chase, and sportsmen will have the day to them- 
 selves. They drink deep to their patron wherever they are 
 in the woods or hunting lodges, and willingly forget all about 
 their lonely spouses at home. Lady Houlbecq knew such 
 habits thoroughly and reckoned for some fifty hours of soli- 
 tude, for the baron on this annual solemnity took along his 
 man coachman and one of the two gamekeepers. The other 
 one would be the sole guard for the women, and these were 
 all abed early by her ladyship's orders, a command from 
 which the promulgator excused herself, of course. 
 
 The old Saxony china clock denoted midnight, and yet my 
 lady had no inclination for repose. She had dined with her 
 sister, who, not being well at the storm coming on, had sought 
 her couch betimes. 
 
 Softened by a shade the lamp-light feebly illumined the 
 room, hung with old tapestry left with the pictures at the 
 sale ; in one wall it marked a doorway to the old tower, 
 which nobody entered or thought of entering. With her head 
 leaned back Lady Flavia was looking at the woven figures 
 without seeing them, when a smart tap at the casement made 
 her start up with one leap towards the window, which she 
 
Awaiting her Chosen 11 
 
 opened briskly. A man in a hooded waterproof ulster 
 climbed over the crossbar and stepped down into the room. 
 
 " At last you're with me ! " ejaculated Flavia, clasping him 
 in her arms. " I had ceased to hope for you to-night." 
 
 " I am only a little behindhand, that's all ! The Hunaudaie 
 is not next door, and this beastly weather has made ditches of 
 the roads." 
 
 " I know that, but I got impatient awaiting you. Besides, 
 I have a bad feeling on me this night — a kind of evil fore- 
 boding. Throw off that coat, and let me have a look at you, 
 Alain, my darling." 
 
 " There's plenty of time for love, my darling. Let's get the 
 window closed first." 
 
CHAPTER II 
 
 THE SHADOW OF DEATH FALLS ACROSS GUILTY JOYS 
 
 The closing of the window was a wise precaution, for the 
 draught had all but put the lamp out, but the revived fire 
 sent out enough beams from the chimney-place to enable 
 Flavia to contemplate her lover's features when he had un- 
 cloaked himself. He was a downright handsome fellow, tall, 
 fair, perhaps a little pale, slender yet strong, with large blue 
 eyes, and long silken moustache, which ended in a curl, like 
 hooks to catch female hearts. At all events, Lady Houlbecq's 
 was caught thereby. For Alain of Trigavou, hers was one of 
 those stormy passions which drive a woman of thirty odd 
 into all manner of extravagances. He loved her in a less 
 exalted way, though he did not hesitate to risk his life by 
 scaling the castle wall — when the husband was away. The 
 coolness he opposed to the woman's transports only whetted 
 her amorous fever. 
 
 " How splendid you are ! " murmured she, hanging round 
 his neck to admire and caress him. 
 
 He extricated himself gently, and drew her towards the 
 fireside with the rather unromantic intention to dry and warm 
 himself. She let him lead her, but forced him to take the 
 armchair she had vacated, and she knelt before him, clasping 
 her hands and looking him in the eyes. 
 
 " Two whole nights to ourselves," she exclaimed in ecstasy. 
 " For you'll come again to-morrow, won't you ? " 
 
 " Two, if he does not return in the morning," answered 
 Alain, smiling. " But if this rain keeps on it will put a stop 
 to hunting." 
 
The Shadow of Death Falls Across Guilty Joys 13 
 
 " He'll not come home, I tell you. If there's no hunting 
 he'll lay by over at Lanvollon, feasting with his hard-drinking 
 mates. They can drink right on for forty- eight hours ! " 
 
 "Your oracle is less reliable than the barometer, which 
 points to storm. But if he comes I shall have timely warning? 
 as I have a spy below — my old farmer of the Hunaudaie* 
 He hates him, and he chnms in with the servants here and 
 there. Deuce take me if I long to have your Bluebeard 
 catch me Iiere." 
 
 " You are too prudent," said the lady of the castle with a 
 gloomy brow. " Anybody would think you were afraid of 
 him." 
 
 " So I am — for your dear sake, my pet. He is one of those 
 men who would shoot you off-hand if he barely suspected 
 you." 
 
 " He'll hav^e no doubts. He was jealous, but I lived that 
 out in seven years, while he studied me and eyed me cease- 
 lessly. Now, he believes he fully understands me, and he is 
 convinced that all danger is over. He theorizes upon women 
 as upon the horse. He fancies that at my age I ought to be 
 calm, and that, had I intended to deceive him, I would have 
 tried it long ago. Oh, what it has cost me to sacrifice my 
 youth to this unloved trooper, whom I execrate now as much 
 as I adore you I But at least I can profit by the leisure left 
 me which I have won so hard. I can see you, and talk lov- 
 ingly with you — though none too often, alas ! And when 
 you cannot steal in, I can never meet you anywhere ! I am 
 jealous, too, and fancy oft-times that you are not always 
 alone " 
 
 " Down here 1 " cried the last of the Trigavous, gaily. 
 *' Rather hard to find a flame in this cheerless quarter ! You 
 know well that I am quite a hermit, and you ought to be 
 kind to me." 
 
 " Don't you believe I am grateful for your giving up society 
 in these long months of exile from the capital ! I can never 
 love you enough to repay all you do for me. But I feel 
 that a day will cbme for your wearying of a life more 
 
14 The Condemned Door 
 
 cruel to bear than the woes of lovers parted by insur- 
 mountable hindrances. Even I question if I shall have the 
 bravery to stand such alternatives of mad delight and black 
 despair." 
 
 " But we are doomed to it, for I see no way to end it." 
 
 " What prevents our flight together ? " 
 
 Alain made a wry face which left no doubt as to his opinion 
 of the consequences of such a step. 
 
 " My dear Flavia, give up so absurd a notion," he said 
 gravely. *^Were I to consent in your ruin that way, you 
 would not be slow to bitterly regret my spoiling your 
 existence. 
 
 "Why don't you own that you regret the burden of a 
 woman 1 Oh, you never loved me as I do you ! " 
 
 " I love you quite as much, but not in the same way." 
 
 " Ay, you reason ; you take the opinion of dolts and the 
 commonplace, and not to run counter to it, I must continue 
 this seldom seeing you, and drag lifelong this crushing 
 shameful chain." 
 
 " Not all your life, darling. This mate of yours will surely 
 pass away before you, and then you are a widow." 
 
 " You'll make me your wife 1 " interrupted the baroness, 
 looking at her lover straight in the whites of the eyes. 
 
 '^ Why should I not ?" answered Trigavou, evasively. " At 
 the same time, I do not see so much gain in that — or much 
 desirable in the part of a Benedict. I am not used to it, you 
 see." 
 
 " Our gain will be in our freedom — our happiness — our 
 wealth " 
 
 " I don't dispute the freedom or the bliss, but wealth is a 
 very different matter. I am not wealthy, or you either." 
 
 " Stop ! I have read my husband's will at the solicitor's, 
 leaving me all his fortune, save an unimportant legacy to my 
 sister." 
 
 " I was not aware of that," muttered the other. 
 
 It was a little strange that Vivette should not be remem- 
 bered handsomely. The two sisters did not lead the same 
 
Th Shadow of Death Falls Across Guilty Joys 15 
 
 country life. The elder took no concern in the household, 
 whilst the other, rising with the lark, attended to all the 
 minutiae of the grand establishment. The general relied on 
 her even overseeing the stable, for she knew all about horses, 
 and liked them. Moreover he had instituted her his almoner, 
 and she did all the visiting of the poor, distributing coin, 
 food, and the clothing of her own making. When the local 
 doctor could not come she looked to the sick, and had set up 
 a dispensary in the castle. Vivette had a talent for charit- 
 able work, and was so pleased to exercise it that she never 
 demurred at trudging through muddy roads to the wretched 
 hovels, whilst her sister mooned away her leisure. 
 
 Trigavou's silence after her confidence surprised my lady 
 not a little. 
 
 " However, it little troubles me who gets the money," said 
 he finally, with a happy-go-lucky air. " I am not after your 
 fortune, and since I possess your afi'ection nothing in the 
 future worries me. Let us enjoy the fleeting hour and talk 
 of other things than delusions. My Flavia is in a deucedly 
 logical humour to-night, quite novel to me. You have 
 hardly more than kissed me, and any outsider would fancy 
 you were seeking a quarrel with me." 
 
 " I ? " exclaimed the false wife, drawing the speaker to her 
 till their lips met. " You do not understand me, and you 
 never will ! I would never difi'er from you if I were not so 
 fond. You are my all in this world, and I must have you 
 mine, body and soul, as I am your own ! Were I to lose you, 
 I should not outlive you ; and whenever I think how you 
 risk your dear life to see me — " 
 
 " Pooh, risk, nothing !" replied Trigavou, smiling. " Even 
 granting your husband came back suddenly, it would not be 
 the suddenness of a bombshell. We should hear him coming 
 in time for me to climb down into the grounds by the same 
 road that brought me here." 
 
 " A road where one false step would precipitate you to your 
 death ! We are twenty feet above the ground here." 
 
 " I daresay, but the ivy ladder is strong and the natural 
 
16 The Condemned Door 
 
 rungs are as familiar as the steps of my town chambers. Why, 
 I made them myself, child that you are, when I was a boy, 
 rook hunting in the old tower top. I know every nook and 
 cranny in the tower, which Duguesclin defended of yore, and 
 there's no danger of my falling there." 
 
 " There is a danger somewhere, then, you own 1 " 
 
 " But nothing much ! Still, at my last coming, I was a bit 
 behind-hand, and just as I was getting over the wall, or, 
 rather, through the breach — you know — dawn was peeping. 
 I darted rapidly home, but behind a hedge, a hundred 
 paces off, I espied one of your keepers, a strapping chap, who 
 always looks hard at me whenever we meet on the road. 
 What was he after 1 Some vermin, or me? Had he seen me 
 scramble over the wall 1 But you may be sure, I never 
 lingered to ask him. I cut across the fields and he did not 
 follow me. But it's an awkward incident, and it makes me 
 uneasy about the consequences." 
 
 " Why did you never tell me before % That keeper is Pierre 
 Calorguen — my husband's shadow ; he was in his regiment 
 and would let himself be chopped to mincemeat for him. We 
 are ruined if he recognised you." 
 
 " Buined is a strong word. We need only take more care. 
 At the very worst, we will have to meet at the decayed 
 summer-house at the far end of the grounds. You can give 
 me the key of that little gate in the wall. It will not be so 
 comfortable as j^our rooms, but that man will not be so 'cute 
 as to hunt us up there. Anyway, I little fear he will acquaint 
 his master — the general is one of those who would ill-receive 
 such a complaint from a servant." 
 
 " You do not know what Calorguen is ; I have not told 
 you everything. In the first place, he is in love with me — " 
 
 " Nonsense ! You do not mean to say that he has offered 
 you his humble suit ? " 
 
 " No ; but I read it in his eyes — speaking eyes, his ! 
 Women understand that dumb language, and I am sure I am 
 mot wrong. The fellow loves me." 
 
 ^' The deuce ! The tangle is more complicated now. This 
 
' The Shadow of Death Falls Across Guilty Joys 17 
 
 sort of scamp is likely to drop tlie baron an anonymous letter. 
 
 I must be on my guard, and in fact, I shall " 
 
 " Hist ! " interrupted her ladyship, laying a finger on the 
 speaker's lips. 
 
 " What ? " asked he, preparing to spring up. 
 " Something I hear — like carriage wheels ; and I fancy I 
 heard the gate closed." 
 
 A bell rang, and its clang was brought clear and distinct 
 by the rising wind. 
 
 '^'Tis my husband ! " exclaimed the baroness. 
 " There is still time to get away clean by the window," 
 observed Trigavou, without showing too much emotion, 
 
 " No ! Calorguen will shoot you ! I am sure he has 
 betrayed you. Knowing where you cross the wall, he'll way- 
 lay you there. He will maintain that he thought he was 
 shooting a burglar." 
 
 " And if I linger the general will kill me ! However, I 
 would rather wait for him, for — if his wrath is vented upon 
 you, I'll use my revolver." 
 
 The pair were both afoot now, facing the danger. 
 " Come," she suddenly ejaculated, pushing him towards 
 the hangings, " we are safe ! This covers the inlet to a hiding 
 place in the old tower." 
 
 " So it does, and well I know it ! When I was a naughty 
 boy, my father used to black-hole me in it. Capital suggestion 
 
 yours — especially as I know besides " 
 
 " Come, come, I tell you ! " 
 
 The tapestry was not nailed up and down, and hence the 
 lady could draw it aside from covering a worm-eaten door. 
 This panel had no lock, only a rusty latch which was easily 
 lifted. A current of damp air came out upon her cheek and 
 made her recoil as if from a charnel-house. But her lover 
 stepped in boldly enough and gave her a farewell kiss, 
 saying— 
 
 " Mind, have no fear, my precious ! Just forget where I 
 am and brazen it out with the jealous Turk, I promise yovt 
 we shall soon fee together again." 
 
18 The Condemned Boor 
 
 He disappeared into the gloom. The panel closed behind 
 him, and the faithless spouse, letting the curtains fall, stood 
 forth a little and listened. 
 
 The stair without creaked under a heavy martial step she 
 knew but too well. There was not a spare moment to call up 
 a face for the occasion. But, in great conjugal crises, the 
 imminence of peril gives guilty women coolness and presence 
 of mind. Flavia dropped into the armchair which her lover 
 had occupied, took upon her lap the novel cast down when 
 Trigavou tapped at the window, placed her feet on the fender 
 and closed her eyes as if napping. 
 
 It Was high time, for the general stamped in without 
 knocking. 
 
 To the terrified wife's ear, her husband's step sounded like 
 the footfall of avenging fate ! 
 
CHAPTEE III 
 
 KEEPING GUARD OVER THE DEATH TRAP 
 
 The baroness had not thought of relighting the lamp ; the 
 fire had not been replenished for a time, and flickered feebly, 
 and the intruder had come up without a light. He stopped 
 on the threshold, surprised to see it so dark. 
 
 "Are you there, FJavia ?" he challenged, but not in a very 
 high voice. 
 
 She took heed not to answer, and would have been only too 
 delighted if sleep might have shielded her, but he saw better 
 now he was accustomed to the twilight. He came over to 
 the mantelshelf, took down a candlestick and applied a brand 
 from the hearth, and waved the candle so near her face that 
 she was forced to open her eyes. 
 
 " Eh, is that you, dear ? " she murmured, stretching like a 
 cat, or a woman aroused. 
 
 " Yes, I," returned the general crossly. " I was not 
 expected." 
 
 " Certainly not, since you sent word this morning that you 
 would spend a couple of days over at Commander Jagon's, 
 his coursing is so good." 
 
 ^* I did intend to, but there's no hunting this weather. It 
 comes down in a torrent, and it promises to keep on to-morrow. 
 After dinner I had the dogcart out and drove home." 
 
 Still standing, the speaker turned his back on the fire, 
 and balefully eyed his wife, who made no move to rise. 
 This man of sixty was an upright and robust giant, like 
 an oak. From his short, thick moustache, curved round 
 the corner of his mouth, and his^stern eye under a heavy 
 
20 The Condemned Door 
 
 brow, he resembled Bismarck. On this night, contrary to 
 his rule, he had not changed his out-door dress to visit 
 his wife in her boudoir. He wore boots up to his thighs, 
 a driving waterproof and a Canadian otter skin cap pointed 
 like a Prussian helmet. This rough costume did not soften 
 his aspect, and his wild charge in promised nothing pleasant. 
 The baroness reasoned that he would not have rung at the 
 gate so loudly if he had meant to take her by surprise, but 
 in spite of all her self- encouragement, she remained alarmed. 
 " I thought you would have retired. You are not usually 
 up so late," observed M. du Houlbecq. 
 
 " That's so, but I was reading and nodded off," faltered the 
 lady. " Better I should be at rest ; I am ready to drop of 
 weariness." 
 
 ^' Still, you won't mind my taking the chill off at your fire. 
 Five leagues in an open cart in the freezing wind and rain — 
 I tell you, I am an icicle." 
 
 "Do as you like, dear, of course." 
 
 The general sat astride of a chair, and made up the fire 
 with the tongs. Ugly weapon ! His wife shuddered — not 
 with cold. 
 
 " Eeading, eh ? " he said, taking up the book fallen at the 
 foot of her chair. " Some love story, I'll be bound." 
 " A. novel by Balzac." 
 
 " I guessed so. You never did care for sensible writing." 
 " You do not want me to read the history of the late war, 
 do you ] " she retorted, forcing a smile. 
 
 "I would rather you made no jests at me. I am not the 
 stupid old war horse you take me for, and I have never im- 
 posed on you any military notions. But I do assert that 
 novels are the bane of women." 
 
 He had opened the volume and now gave the title a glance, 
 " * La Grand Breteche ; or, Sealed Up,' — what's sealed up ? 
 I dare say some secret which prevents an honourable man 
 Ijunishing his wanton mate." 
 
 " You are altogether out of it, my dear. It is the story of 
 a husband who takes a glut of vengeance," answered Lady 
 
Keeping Guard over the Death Trap 21 
 
 Slie almost immediately repented having said so much and 
 so sharply, for Balzac's most tragic short story turned on a 
 situation quite akin to this, in which her guilt had precipitated 
 her lover. But she reassured herself with the reflection that 
 the general had not read it, and probably never would. In 
 fact he had forgotten all about it already. 
 
 " Are you quite by yourself here ? " he inquired carelessly, 
 as he toasted his boots. 
 
 " As you see," answered the lady, with an effort. " Yivette 
 usually sits up till ten or so, but she turned tired to-night and 
 went to her own apartments after dinner. So I am standing 
 in need of rest." 
 
 " Nobody prevents your taking it. You don't think your 
 husband in the way, do you ? I am not going to my own 
 room, where there will not be the ghost of a fire, and where 
 it will be as cold as the buried end of the North Pole. Don't 
 mind me, my love." 
 
 There was no answer. The baroness could no longer doubt 
 that she was suspected, and her terrified thoughts asked if he 
 meant to stand sentinel over this keyless door of the hiding 
 place where Alain Trigavou was ensconced. The silence of the 
 general, too, was more fearsome than his questions. 
 
 '* Did you take a stroll in the grounds 1 " he suddenly 
 inquired. 
 
 *' In the wet ? Certainly not. Why so strange a question ? " 
 
 " Only because the wet is tracked all over the carpet." 
 
 True enough, Trigavou's boots had left very visible muddy 
 marks of his nocturnal tramp in miry roads, and the drip 
 of his coat had spattered even to the armchair. 
 
 " It may have been Eose, my maid," stammered the hapless 
 lady. 
 
 " You had better give her a * carpeting ' to-morrow," 
 returned the old soldier, ironically, "for spoiling a fine 
 Gobelins carpet." 
 
 Again fell that stern silence, which the confused wife did 
 not attempt to break. She felt that she was lost, and had not 
 enough courage to seek about for means to escape. It was as 
 
22 The Condemned Door 
 
 much as she dared to do to raise her eyes for a peep at the 
 hard face of her inflexible partner, who was no doubt medita- 
 tating vengeance. What kind? She could not recall his 
 mention of the secret nook in the great tower^ but she could 
 not suppose he was unaware of it. If, then, he knew about 
 it, he must infallibly guess where the lover had taken refuge. 
 Yet, for the time being, he appeared to heed it not. After a 
 quarter hour's perfect stillness he rose abruptly, went straight 
 to the window by which Trigavou had come in, opened it and 
 bent out to have a look round below. 
 
 The bystander s idea was that he had set Calorguen to 
 watch at the base of the building and wanted to make sure he 
 was on duty. Houlbecq slammed the window to, and began 
 striding the room. 
 
 " Why are you not a-bed ? " he suddenly asked. 
 
 " Waiting for your departure." 
 
 *' Too long a wait, then. I don't feel like sleep, and you do 
 look upset. Pray do not mind me ; I shall sit up by you and 
 keep the fire going." 
 
 She saw that she had better yield, so she compromised by 
 lying down dressed under the canopy of the huge four- 
 poster in a recess over against the tapestry masking the 
 ingress to the hiding-place. 
 
 " I shall not disturb you, love," he went on, " with my 
 bivouac." 
 
 So saying, he settled down snugly in the armchair which 
 the baroness had vacated and made no stir. The other, as may 
 readily be imagined, was not disposed to sleep. She studied 
 the enigma in its full horror and painfully puzzled out how 
 it might end. 
 
 She did not doubt that her heroic Alain would perish of 
 cold and hunger rather than expose her by his revelation to 
 the fury of a most violent husband. She believed that her 
 husband must have acted as hie had if his intention had been 
 to drive her lover into that stone trap. Hence, his plan was 
 to blockade the prison till he was forced to come forth. But 
 she hoped that the siege could not be so vigorous that 
 
Keeping Guard over the Death Trap 23 
 
 Trigavou's flight might not be in some brief interval 
 facilitated. 
 
 But the means ? She knew of none, but she was bound to 
 contrive one. 
 
 If her husband persisted in staying there till next day, at 
 least he would hardly prevent Vivette coming in, and two 
 sisters can do anything in concert against a man. The 
 general's decoying away, if only for ten minutes, would 
 suffice for the last of the Trigavous to slip round by seme 
 back stairs, or even mount on to the roof, knowing tht- w'^le 
 building as be did. 
 
 It was necessary to admit the guileless Vivette in Lo thti 
 secret of a wicked passion and tarnish her purity of soul ; 
 but the elder sister had no scruples now, and she only longed 
 to see the girl come in as usual to kiss her good-morning. 
 
 The whole night passed without the general's wife closing 
 an eye, and without his changing posture, save to renew the 
 fire. Day coming late in November, found him deep in the 
 arm-chair, much like a sentry in his watch-box. 
 
 The baroness had not lost sight of him, and she had never 
 ceased to listen, but no sound whatever from the tower had 
 struck her attentive ear, and the general had not once evv-n 
 looked at that side. 
 
 Coming on eight o'clock, he finally rose, approached the 
 bed, and with cold courtesy asked his beloved how she found 
 herself. 
 
 "Oh, very well," she rejoined, half encouraged. "Your 
 queer whim has made me go off all dressed. I do not bear 
 you any grudge, and shall even be obliged to you if you will 
 let me attend to my toilet." 
 
 " Most willingly, dear ! I want to attend to mine, too, and 
 I hasten to send your woman to you." 
 
 A gleam of joy brightened the baroness's eyes, and colour 
 came anew to cheeks pale with anxiety and want of sleep. 
 She thought herself a fool to have alarmed herself. 
 
 " He was only in one of his disagreeable tempers, but he 
 suspected nothing," she mused. 
 
24 The Condemned Door 
 
 *'I£ I have been an annoyance to you I have been 
 punished," he went on. "I am quite stiff and dreadfully 
 chill with your draughty places. I must see to this, for you 
 will be laid up if we are not careful." 
 
 He was leaving the room when Yivette bounded in, fresh 
 as a spring morn, smiling, her eyes sparkling with youthful - 
 ness; She was so pretty and winsome that the general's 
 grimness melted. 
 
 " Good morning, little sister," he said. " You drop in 
 timely. Flavia is not over-well. I've been sitting up with 
 her all the night, and now you can take my place." 
 
 " 111 1 " repeated Vivette, surprised at her brother-in-law 
 being back from hunting. 
 
 "Oh, nothing," replied the baroness, sliding off upon her 
 feet. 
 
 "Oh, but you are dreadfully changed," proceeded 
 Vivette. 
 
 "Pure fatigue. I'll tell you all about it. But you are 
 keeping the general, who has orders to give." 
 
 "That will not take long. Look to her closely, little sister, 
 while I am away," returned Houlbecq, as he departed. 
 
 Vivette was going to her sister when she waived her aside, 
 rushed to the door and glued her ear to it, in order to hear 
 her lord and master descending the stairs more quickly than 
 usual. 
 
 " At last ! " she murmured, in relief. * Gone, but he will 
 return. All is lost if I do not hasten " 
 
 " What is the matter ? " cried the startled girl. 
 
 " Would you save my life ? Would you do it though you 
 had to run the same risk as I in aid of me ? " 
 
 " Save your life ? " echoed Vivette. " I would lay mine 
 down any time to spare you sorrow." 
 
 "I know that," replied Lady Houlbecq, hurriedly ; "but 
 it is not your life you endanger. Are you the woman to risk 
 your reputation for me ] " 
 
 " Kisk my reputation ? " repeated the puzzled girl. 
 
 "Yes. Hearken to me, but don't require any explana- 
 
Keeping Guard over the Death Trap 25 
 
 tions ; I can give none. I pray you to shelter somebody in 
 your own room above " 
 
 "Somebody?" 
 
 " A man — there ! Yet, but only till nightfall, when he'll 
 get away. And I hope nobody will dream that he passed 
 the hours in your rooms, yet he might be found there " 
 
 " If so, I doubt that any one will blame me," answered 
 Yivette, proudly. " I am ready to guide the man there." 
 
 " That's superfluous, for he knows the way ; and, besides. 
 I need you here. All I ask of you is complete silence. Not 
 a word to anybody. ISlow, open the window and look out 
 over the gardens, without stirring — I shall call you in time 
 so that you may not even see the man who will owe his 
 life to you. 
 
 "I would rather know nothing," rejoined Vivette, running 
 to the window, out of which she leaned after pushing it open. 
 
 " All's well ! " ejaculated the baroness, flying to the 
 hangings over the panel. 
 
 Her plan was a simple one. She reckoned on Trigavou 
 having ample time to quit the Refugees' Hole and go up to 
 the next floor whilst the general was coming from the lowest 
 story. Briefly, she could bid her lover wait the dark for his 
 flight, and the rest she left to him. She was ah-eady touching 
 the tapestry when a gentle rapping came at the room door. 
 She stopped short. It was her maid Rose, who always came 
 at this hour. Ten years in her service, the woman w^as 
 devoted to her mistress. But she had not been trusted with 
 the intrigue, and the baroness could not suppose she came 
 with other intentions than to attire her. Still she cursed the 
 untimely arrival of the too zealous Abigail, and received her 
 harshly. 
 
 "I did not ring," she said, curtly, " and do not need you. 
 You can go." 
 
 This was spoken so loudly that Yivette was made to turn. 
 
 *'It was my lord sent me," stammered Rose, little used to 
 such treatment. 
 
 " You are to take orders only from me.'^ 
 
26 The Condemned Door 
 
 "Master said that my lady was ailing, or I would not have 
 come in so quickly ; besides, master is going to spend the day 
 here. I know he has ordered breakfast for two to be brought 
 here." 
 
 The baroness turned pale on hearing that she was going to 
 be closely guarded. It was scarcely possible to doubt that 
 the general had divined the black secret. 
 
 " Where is your master at present ? " she inquired. 
 
 " Talking to those plumbers who were mending the leaden 
 roof, in the courtyards." 
 
 "Good," thought the wife, "when he gets through, Alain 
 will be safe in my sister's rooms." Aloud she remarked : 
 " Eun tell your master that I would rather he breakfasted 
 by himself, and I will content myself here alone with a cup 
 of tea." 
 
 Eose was obeying, when in came two footmen, carrying 
 between them a little table, spread and set, which they had 
 only to bring from their master's rooms, for, being a lusty 
 eater, they always had a substantial cold collation ready for 
 him, in case he woke up hungry or came in late after hunting. 
 
 The baroness felt cold all over ; clearly enough her 
 husband intended to post himself beside her, so that Trigavou 
 would have no alternative to dying of hunger in his den, but, 
 braving the general's rage, quite likely to end him without any 
 explanation. How could the lover escape now ? Eose might 
 be got out of the way, but here were the two lackeys ; they 
 seemed never to have done laying out the meal, and the 
 general would not be slow reappearing. Her last hope was 
 annihilated, and she saw nothing before her but a shroud. 
 
CHAPTEE lY 
 
 LADY FLAVIA SIGNS HER HUSBAND's DEATH WARRANT. 
 
 Indeed, General Houlbecq came in shortly, and not alone ; 
 he had a couple of workmen along with him, who carried a 
 long roll of roofing lead and tools. 
 
 "My dear," observed he, in the most natural of tones, 
 "since you talk of keeping to your room, I really must 
 protect you from a danger I noticed to my cost during last 
 night. I wondered where the cold rush came in, and 
 remembered there was an outlet from the old tower. I dare 
 say it is worn away, the fastenings rust-eaten, and those 
 hangings just cobwebs. When you are so much better that 
 you can change your rooms, I'll have the doorway walled up, 
 but at present the work would annoy you. So I will only 
 have this sheet of metal tacked up over the gaps — a make- 
 shift, true, but then it will not show under the tapestry. 
 Now, then, my men, fall to work ! " 
 
 The horrified lady had no power to utter a word. Yivette 
 was hushed also, too stupefied by terror to fully understand 
 the affair. The maid and footmen alone were not surprised, 
 for their whimsical^ master was all the time upsetting the 
 house arrangements. They retired, leaving the plumbers to 
 their work, neither long nor hard. The low narrow door 
 was recessed in an oaken frame, on which the leaden sheet 
 was nailed, but as it happened to be a trifle short, there was 
 an orifice of half a dozen inches left at the top. 
 
 Eesting one hand on the back of a chair, the baroness 
 clasped her sister's hand in the other, watching wildly the 
 operatives' movements, and starting at every hammer blow, 
 
28 The Condemned Door 
 
 as though they were nailing up her lover in a coffin. And, 
 verily, it was a tomb in which they were sealing up the luck- 
 less Lothario, for his refuge had no other known issue than 
 this nailed-up door, and his wails could not affect walls six 
 feet thick. 
 
 She had expected that the first knocking would advise 
 him of the fate awarded him by the ferocious Othello, and 
 that he would rush forth like a lion, upsetting the workmen 
 and dashing aside the general in his running a-muck. But no 
 token of existence gave he, resigned, doubtlessly, to the most 
 horrible of deaths. 
 
 " But he shall not die," murmured she. " I am determined 
 he shall not, if it were only to spite this monster." 
 
 When the last nail was driven in, the general made sure by 
 a strong double-handed pull that the shutter would resist the 
 efforts of a desperate man, and then let the hanging fall, and 
 dismissed the workmen. 
 
 "There, now ! " he exclaimed, rubbing his hands. "I am 
 quite at ease. No cold for either of us. But I am very 
 sharpset, and I hope, my dear, you will not mind my break- 
 ing my fast. Not that I even propose your coming to 
 table, as you are not well, and nothing so spoils appetite as a 
 bad night's rest, and I fear you have had no good one. 
 Besides, you'll want to spend some time in your dressing- 
 room. So don't let me fetter you. Yivette, who is the 
 picture of health, will keep vip the reputation of her end of 
 the table." 
 
 " Thank you, I am afraid not ; I am not hungry," faltered 
 the girl. 
 
 " What, you off appetite, too, sis 1 You seem all invalided 
 but me ! but I never felt in better form. I could give my 
 youngest neighbour ten pounds and a beating. That's racing 
 slang, for which I beg pardon, but my dear little Vivette 
 understands it for one. But, though you cannot ply a good 
 knife and fork, at least you'll grace the board, eh 1 We'll 
 have a chat, anyway. You may leave the window open, 
 the heavy blow is over, and a splendid November day is due, 
 
Lady Flavia Signs her Husband's Death Warrant 29 
 
 ■with fresh air that always makes me a boy again. You are 
 the Spring, pet, and I am the Summer, the after-Summer." 
 
 Whilst he was thus rattling on, the general " pitched 
 into " the patty and emptied a glass of his favourite wine. 
 
 Yivette's sister having told her in a glance to accept the 
 invitation, she left her to sink down in the high-backed arm- 
 chair which faced the arras. The old-time beauties and 
 heraldic beasts seemed to look out on her with a mocking ex- 
 pression, as if to say : " Going to let your lover perish in the 
 trap ? Never going to rebel at being your tyrant's laughing- 
 stock ? Eise in revolt, if you have any heart ! " 
 
 Yivette stood by the table where the general was making 
 rapid progress with his repast. 
 
 " Well, little sister, what do you say about our return to 
 town," remarked he, between two huge mouthfuls. " That 
 would not vex you, eh ? " 
 
 *' Nay, I am content here, and hope we ai-e not going before 
 Christmas. My poor patients require me, and there's one in 
 particular, the mother of your keeper, who can be attended 
 to by none but me." 
 
 " Mother Calorguen. Yes, a good old dame, with a line 
 chap for a son, though he's changed greatly this last year — 
 grown dreamy and absent, which is queer in an old cavalry 
 man. I fancy he is in love." 
 
 The baroness raised her head and darted a hateful glance 
 at the speaker, who continued in the same jocular vein : 
 
 " After all, though, there's no law against love-making — in 
 the young. By-the-by, sis, how about yourself 1 Though 
 you keep your counsel finely and have never let drop the 
 faintest hint, I am fain to believe that last Winter in society 
 you selected some desirable worshipper." 
 
 " Come, come ; think it over. Troops of fine fellows there. 
 I noticed you were rather kind toward Captain Clamorgan 
 and the Yiscount of St. Briac ; and there was little Servon, 
 who waltzes so divinely and is a millionnaire. Then, again, 
 last but not least, there's our handsome hermit, our neighbour 
 down here, whom we never see but in the capital, Alain of 
 
30 The Condemned Door 
 
 Trigavou ! Aha, you colour up,\,Yivette ! Don't deny it ; 
 haven't I guessed aright ?" 
 
 The baroneas rose abruptly, feeling how pleased her husband 
 was at railing at her torment with such cruel jests. He must 
 have known that the man he had imprisoned was Trigavou, 
 yet uttered the name, and, moreover, to torture his guilty 
 wife, accused her sister of being her rival ! She swept past 
 the general, averting her head, and went to the casement, for 
 she was ready to choke. 
 
 She beheld that same keeper, Calorguen, whom the baron 
 suspected to be in love. He was walking slowly up a 
 garden path, in his uniform, his hunting knife sheathed, but 
 his gun on his shoulder. It was his hour for making his 
 daily report after his morning round, and, as he was medi- 
 tatively hanging his head, he did not see the baroness ujj 
 at the window. 
 
 "There is no evidence that it was he betrayed me, and 
 , whether he has discoveied my intimacy with Alain or not, 
 I am sure he loves me. If I order him to do anything, he will 
 do it, and not be treacherous." 
 
 She heard her husband chuckling at his own joke. Anger 
 turned her flaming red. She had a little memorandum book 
 in her bosom, on the first page of which she scribbled four 
 words, tore out the leaf, folded it longwise with a fine twisted 
 point at one end like the false tails with which children 
 decorate flies, and waited for Calorguen to come under the 
 window on his way to the porch. Blanched again, but resolute, 
 she stood ready to drop the scroll, on which her steady hand 
 had traced : 
 
 "Rid me of him!" 
 
 Rage was not guarded — she never reflected that if Calor- 
 guen executed this sanguinary behest, and was accused of 
 assassinating his master, this line would be her death sentence. 
 All she thought of was saving Alain, and to do that, the 
 general must die. She extended one hand and let the note 
 sail, gyrating, to tlie feet of the gamekeeper. That caused 
 
Lady Flavia Signs her Husband's Death Warrant 31 
 
 him to lift his head, and he stopped short on perceiving Lady 
 Houlbecq. 
 
 This ex-cuirassier was a broad-shouldered, tall blade of 
 thirty-five, straight as a Lombardy poplar, and dark as a 
 Spaniard, though pure Breton born. His complexion was of 
 the bronze from open-air life, his features were marked, and 
 his expression winning. He took off his cap respectfully to 
 the dame of the castle, who pointed to the paper dagger 
 sticking up in the sand of the walk. 
 
 Calorguen hesitated an instant, and then picked it up. She 
 made an impatient gesture for him to open it, which he did. 
 The moment his eyes fell on it she saw him turn pale. 
 
 What would he do ? 
 
 She laid her finger on her lips and responded to his 
 questioning look with an imperative sign. 
 
 He remained still, as though changed to stone. The 
 temptress divined all that seethed in the heart of the hopeless 
 man who loved above his station, the faithful servant and 
 loyal soldier, whom she urged, with effrontery, to commit an 
 abominable and dastardly crime. She had the appalJing im- 
 pudence, over and above all this, to blow him a kiss. The 
 wretched butt of her temptation clutched the note to his 
 breast convulsively, and fled away instead of coming up the 
 doorway steps. She watched him till he had gone from sight 
 behind the large tower standing out from the main building 
 into the grounds. He took the road to his mother's dwelling, 
 two or three miles away. 
 
 " He understood it well enough," mused the baroness. 
 " Will he dare do it ? If he halts or is slow over it, Alain will 
 die before I can get free of this brute, who prevents me tearing 
 down that door. And I shall remain at the mercy of Pierre 
 Calorguen. He has kept the writing, and will use it as a rod 
 of power some day. Well, then, I shall kill myself," con- 
 cluded the half-crazed woman, as she returned to the chair 
 she had quitted for this colloquy in pantomime, and for the 
 imxke of the death-warrant against her mate. 
 
CHAPTEB V 
 
 SLAIN IN THE HOUR OF HIS VENGEANCE 
 
 ViVETTE had noticed nothing, and the general had gone on 
 chattering while devouring at such a rate that he had pretty 
 nearly cleared the board. The coffee being all ready, he 
 filled up a large cup and took it in gulps with the calmness 
 of one who had no cares and still less remorse. 
 
 " It's all very fine, your protestations, sis," said he, in 
 resumption of a subject Yivette had let drop; "it is high 
 time you were paired off. You are getting on for five-and- 
 twenty — excuse me reminding you, pet — and I warrant you 
 do not mean to die an old maid. I would not tolerate such 
 an idea. You assert that no tender sentiment has been 
 inspired by the lady killer, Trigavou, invisible hereabouts, 
 but prominent in town. I am willing to believe you, and 
 I am not eager that you should wed that gentleman. But 
 you must have a husband, and I take it on myself to find you 
 one not later than this winter." 
 
 "I doubt you can manage that at such short notice," 
 rejoined Yivette, with a sad smile. " But I am in no hurry." 
 
 " Well, I am ; and as you cannot have a dance without 
 paying the piper, I will settle on you such a portion as will 
 make your wedding a more likely matter. I promised you 
 as much when I became your brother-in-law, but talk does 
 not amount to much. Nothing stands but legal deeds, and 
 the lawyers manage even to upset them now and then." 
 
 " I am truly grateful to you, my dear brother, but it will 
 be full time to present m© with money when I wed, if ever I 
 do wed." 
 
Slain m the Hour of His Vengeance 33 
 
 "That's not my way of thinking, little sister. I have 
 , passed three score, and I am apoplectic. I may die any day, 
 and I would rather be on the safe side, and leave nothing to 
 be done after death. Do you mind ringing for my man ? " 
 
 " I will tell him to come up, for I want to give my patients 
 a call, if sister has no further need of me." 
 
 The baroness shook her head ; she was not sorry to be 
 alone with her husband, who might then lay biare his 
 design. 
 
 " Very good," replied General Houlbecq. " You might 
 also send me up the two footmen to take away this table, and 
 add to Francois that I require writiug materials, as they 
 say in the stage business of plays," he added, affecting 
 jocularity. 
 
 Vivette asked nothing better than leave to go, to avoid 
 witnessing an explanation between the married couple. She 
 could not guess the trouble, but felt herself in the way of her 
 sister, perhaps dispelling a danger, removable if alone with 
 her husband. Vivette meant to return to her sister as soon 
 as the general left her by herself, as it was hardly supposable 
 that he would camp down there all day long. That return 
 would be in about an hour or so, after her looking to the 
 poor souls in the vicinity of the great house. So she kissed 
 her sister, who also squeezed her hand without speaking a 
 word, and went out. 
 
 General Houlbecq had leaned out of the window till the 
 table was removed. The two footmen were not slow to 
 come, and when the valet had put paper, ink and pens on 
 another table, he sat down there to writ^, as he hid 
 promised Vivette. 
 
 His observant wife saw him dash off one very short no.e. 
 He then went on to labour claiming much more atieiition, 
 for it took him considerable time to fill up a foolscap page, 
 and he read the whole over and over again. He folded this, 
 sheet into a large envelope, which he sealed with his own 
 seal in wax ; he addressed it and pulled the bell. 
 
 *' Hand these to my huntsman," he said sharply to \h& 
 D 
 
34 The Gondermie$Door 
 
 servant who came. " Let him ride as hard as he can to 
 deliver them. He must have a receipt for the large one, the 
 other is not of consequence. If the party is not at home, he 
 must bid them give it him the moment he returns." 
 
 The man bowed and left the room. 
 
 "May I know to whom you are sending such pressing 
 dispatches ? " inquired Lady Houlbecq. 
 
 " One is to your physician, Dr. Avangour, asking him to 
 look round to-day." 
 
 "What for? You know quite well that I stand in no 
 need of his services." 
 
 " It's just the other way : you do need him — more than 
 you imagine, perhaps ! The other letter is for my solicitor 
 at Dinan, and contained my will." 
 
 " Your will I Why that was made long ago — you showed 
 me it." 
 
 "The one I have just written adds some codicils to the 
 other. Did you not hear me saying that I wished to make 
 your dear sister independent henceforth ? So long as I live 
 she would not need that assurance, but when I am gone " 
 
 " I should remain " 
 
 " Such is our hope and belief," returned the general, with 
 icy politeness. 
 
 " And I love Vivette more than you could ever do." 
 
 " I do not dispute that. But I have just fixed her share ; 
 it's the safest course." 
 
 The baroness was silent. She was pondering thus : 
 
 "He has deprived me of fortune. He means to kill me — 
 no I He would rather torture me by leaving me alive. He 
 is a monster, and I was justified in wishing his death. All I 
 hope is that Calorguen will do the deed, and all I bum to 
 know is when he will do it." 
 
 " Now, my darling, to my plans," went on the pitiless hus- 
 band. **I have decided on returning to town as soon as you 
 can travel. The air hereabouts is not good for you, and 
 besides, I am set on marrying your sister off as soon as pos- 
 sible, and there are no eligible partners here. So I propose 
 
Slain in the Sour of Bis Vengeance 35 
 
 receiving no end of company, and we shall go about a great 
 deal." 
 
 "You will go to town without me," said the baroness, 
 bluntly. 
 
 "What do you mean, dear? I hope you will quickly 
 recover. I myself will watch over you, and even never leave 
 you till you are fit for the journey." 
 
 " What ] Instal yourself in my apartment ]" 
 " Not a very usual thing in French high life, I grant it, 
 my dear ; but wives in other countries in the best society 
 manage to endure their husbands' presence. However, I 
 believe it will not be for long, eight or ten days — a fortnight 
 at the farthest. I must ask your medical adviser, and the 
 duration of my stay beside you will depend upon the answer 
 he gives to the first question I put to him." 
 Flavia shuddered, comprehending. 
 
 " He will ask him (she thought) how long a man can live 
 without food. And when he is quite sure that Alain is no 
 more — starved like a rat — he will drag me from this house 
 to Paris ; I shall be chained to him, and my life will be 
 one long spell of torture. No, never ! I had better put an 
 end to this at once. They shall fight it oflt, and I hope 
 Alain will kill him !" 
 
 She rose like a wounded tigress, shrieking : 
 " Down with your mask ! Your false tenderness only 
 horrifies me ! Show the courage to say outright that you 
 think there is a man concealed here and that you aim at an 
 atrocious vengeance." 
 
 " A man in my lady's chamber ?" reiterated the general 
 with cold irony. " Your illness has become delirium, dear. 
 Where would the fellow be, my good lady I Under the 
 dressing-table, like stage robbers ?" 
 
 " Enough of your mockery ! You know very well what 
 
 you are about or you would not have sealed up that door " 
 
 "The old tower doorl Merely to keep out draughts. 
 Deuce take me if I ever dreamed that the old dungeon was 
 inhabited by other tenants than owls and toads. But, if 
 
36 The Condemned Door 
 
 by any chaace I have blundered, allow me to rectify my 
 error. Tell me so, and I will have those men back again to 
 rip off that plate. If anybody is in there, it can only be a 
 housebreaker, and as I am a pretty fair shot still and carry 
 a revolver, I'll wing the rogue if he shows fight. Well, what 
 say yon ? Shall I ring ?" 
 
 " No, no," muttered the baroness, terrified. " There's no- 
 body there. It was mad of me." 
 
 *'I told you so. I need not wonder what put that into 
 your brain. It must be this novel which you were reading 
 overnight when I came in. I had a peep at it myself, and 
 saw there was some stuff about a lover walked up by a cruel 
 husband. They did such things before there were divorce 
 courts. That vile deed haunted you, and the dream came 
 again upon you this morning. Was I not right in telling 
 you that novel reading is dangerous ] " 
 
 Whilst he was uttering this derisive speech the baroness 
 had fallen back in her chair exhausted, unable even to think 
 She had no longer the hope to struggle from under the lion's 
 paw. The only chance was in the hunter coming ; in other 
 words, that Oalorguen should deliver her from the grim 
 jailer who guarded the portals to Hunger Tower. But 
 Calorguen would never dare come up into the lady's pri- 
 vate apartments, and the general had resolved not to go 
 forth. She remained in a prostration like slumber, which 
 General Houlbecq did not interrupt, busy as he was in 
 writing notes upon his own affairs. 
 
 So passed the day, with no return of Vivette and no 
 appearance of the doctor. The former w^as probably detained 
 at some sick bed, and the doctor might be out when the 
 baron's messenger reached his house. The baroness had 
 begun to wish for his coming, for she had always liked him, 
 and vaguely hoped that he would help her. But the castle 
 was a dozen miles from Dinan, and this hypothetical assist- 
 ance was far. The ill-fated woman waited like Fatima 
 under Blue Beard's impending scimetar. 
 
 But even this lugubrious November day had an end. It 
 
Slain in the Hour of His Vengeance 37 
 
 was already closing when the general rang for dinner and 
 lights to see it by. To be more comfortable, he naturally 
 went to close the window, but his wife was astonished to see 
 that he looked intently out instead of so doing. He was 
 evidently trying to recognise some one perceived in the 
 grounds. His wife watched him, and wondered whom he 
 was eyeing so persistently. Scarcely Calorguen, for his 
 master would manifest no surprise at seeing him there ; and 
 instead of studying him from his observatory, would have 
 spoken to him. Who, then? Not the medical gentleman 
 from Dinan, as he would have come by the regular approach 
 and not through the woods by dusk. 
 
 " What are you about there, you ? " challenged Houlbecq, 
 in his overbearing voice. "Are you looking for me?" It 
 was evident that he knew the person. " You will soon know 
 with whom you have to do." He shook his fist out of the 
 window. *' Just wait till I get down to you." He turned 
 and exhibited his face, so inflamed with fury that his wife 
 iiung herself to one side to avoid him in his rush, but before 
 he could take a single step a gun was fired, and he fell, head 
 foremost, almost under her feet. He did not uttei* a groan ; 
 he did not stir. He had been killed outriorht. 
 
CHAPTEK VI 
 
 ANOTHER BARRIER BETWEEN THE LOVERS 
 
 It never occurred to the baroness to succour the fallen 
 man. Instead of stooping to him, she sprang to the open 
 window. But not a soul was visible in the walk alongside 
 the house, and none on the lawn. A faint pufF of white 
 smoke faded in a clump of evergreens. Out of that the shot 
 had been fired, but the marksman had time enough already 
 to disappear. He had probably plunged into the small forest 
 that commenced not far off. 
 
 " He will get clear by the breach in the wall," muttered 
 the baroness between clenched teeth. "He will not be 
 caught ; I know that. It is Calorguen. He will keep quiet, 
 and Alain will be saved." 
 
 Without troubling about her unfortunate husband, stiffening 
 in death on the floor, she strode over him to run to the 
 tapestry, which she pulled up, and then she beat on the 
 metal plate with all her strength, whilst calling her lover by 
 name. He did not answer, and yet he must have heard, for 
 she cried out loudly and the covering did not wholly shut 
 up the worm-eaten panel. She redoubled her blows and 
 screamed still more loudly, but she could not hear the 
 prisoner's answer or any sound whatever. 
 
 " He is dead," she muttered ; " and yet that cannot be. 
 One day's fast kills no man. He does not answer me because 
 he fails to recognise my voice, and he thinks it is a lure of my 
 husband's to learn if he be still there. Have I time to deliver 
 him by tearing off this fatal plate " 
 
 But the door on the landing opened, a gush of light 
 
Another Barrier Between the Lovers 39 
 
 illumined the room, and a servant who carried the candles 
 announced " Dr. Avangour." 
 
 The baroness let the curtain drop, and leaned back against 
 it, her arms extended, as if to prevent passage that way ; her 
 eyes wild, her hair loose, and her mouth parted. 
 
 The physician paused on the threshold on seeing the lady's 
 strange attitude. He had not yet perceived the dead body, 
 and he wondered if his patient had not suddenly gone mad. 
 But the footman already had espied the bleeding corpse. 
 
 " Great heavens ! " he cried ; " master is dead — killed ! '' 
 
 In an instant the scene changed. The physician believed 
 he understood the cause of the terror so energetically ex- 
 pressed by the lady's countenance, and he did not lose his 
 head. With the coolness acquired in the medical profession, 
 he beckoned the footman to attend to his mistress, whilst he 
 snatched a candle and went down on a knee to examine the 
 luckless general. There was no difficulty in learning that 
 help was vain ; the bullet had gone to the heart. 
 
 "The shot was not fired at close range," muttered the 
 doctor to himself. " Hence it is no suicide. He has been 
 murdered, it follows — by whom ? " 
 
 " There — there ! " cried the baroness in a hoarse voice, as, 
 hardly able to sustain herself, she nevertheless pointed to the 
 open window. " The shot came in there." 
 
 Dr. Avangour rose quickly, ran across the room and looked 
 forth ; but, night having fully fallen, he could see nobody. 
 He returned to the lady of the house and said : 
 
 " This is no longer the place for your ladyship, and I must 
 myself go away." 
 
 " No, no ; I shall not leave this room," returned the 
 baroness, clinging to the hangings. 
 
 " In that case, you must allow me to issue certain indis- 
 pensable orders. A crime has been committed, and justice 
 must be immediately informed. It is my duty to do so, for 
 I am responsible both as a medical man and a witness." 
 
 To the valet, who was lingering near in consternation he 
 added : 
 
40 The Condemned Door 
 
 " My man is below in the court with my carriage ; just 
 ask him to drive to the market town, and bring back a 
 magistrate. Dinan is no great distance, so that the court cau 
 be assembled to-morrow morning. ^ But it is important that 
 the first steps of authority should be taken this evening. 
 And, mind ! not a single creature is to be let enter this place 
 before the magistrate arrives, which will be in half-an-hour, 
 if you do not lose any time." 
 
 " Nobody, sir, not even Mdlle. de Bourbriac ? " inquired 
 Francois. 
 
 " My sister 1 " repeated the baroness, with the air of oiie 
 aroused from a dream. " No ! I do not wish she should see 
 this sorry sight — the shock would be her death. When she 
 comes back, pray tell her that I am expecting her in her own 
 apartments." 
 
 *' Take care, also, that nobody quits the chateau," took up 
 the doctor. '* Have the garden gate and the park gate 
 guarded." 
 
 This saojacious doctor thought of everything, and he believed 
 it his duty to facilitate the authorities' task of finding out 
 the general's murderer. At the same time he had no 
 suspicion as to the culprit, though he had been the regular 
 medical attendant here these ten years, and knew the character 
 of the widow much better than she supposed he did. 
 
 He was a man in his fortieth year, thoroughly learned, 
 without any pedantry, complaisant, sympathetica! with the 
 upper classes on account of his good manners, and adored by 
 the poor, whom he never charged for his visits. 
 
 " Now, my lady," said he gently to the bereaved one, *' I 
 address your good sense. I can well understand the feeling 
 which retains you near your husband's remains, but I should 
 fall short of my mission, which is to console the afflicted, if 
 I were to leave you longer to face this horrible view. It 
 was not in my power to have spared you it. You may 
 naturally burn to avenge the death of General Houlbecq, but 
 you must know that to discover the assassin it is better to let 
 the authorities see the body as it fell in order to comprehend 
 
Another Barrier- Between the Lovers 41 
 
 how the crime was perpetrated. That is why, too, I have 
 left the window open. But I entreat you, be good enough 
 to pass into the dressing-room, where I shall follow and 
 remain until the coming of the police. The magistrate will, 
 no doubt, have information to request of your ladyship." 
 
 For an instant the baroness hesitated to move away from 
 the door, behind which Alain of Trigavou was probably 
 awaiting the end of his captivity in poignant anguish. But 
 she felt that she could not linger here under penalty 
 of directing attention upon the tapestry which veiled her 
 secret. Over and above this, the dead body horrified her. 
 Dr. Avangour had turned it over on the back after his 
 examination, and the death-glazed eyes seemed to gaze on 
 her, wide open as they were. 
 
 "As you please," she merely answered, leaning on the 
 physician's arm for him to conduct her to her dressing-room, 
 which a silken cloth alone separated from the sleeping 
 chamber. There he led her to a reclining chair, where she 
 took a seat, and he sat himself beside her. 
 
 They were lighted only by the gleam of the candles left on 
 the mantelpiece of the other apartment, and in their twilight 
 the general's wife had less fear of her features betraying 
 the agitation of her spirit. 
 
 "Now let us speak of your ladyship," said the doctor. 
 " You are not well — anything but well — or you would not 
 have called me over." 
 
 " It was not my call, but my husband's, who always 
 alarmed himself without cause ; and granting that I had so 
 much as a feverish touch, the woe that has befallen me has 
 been my cure." 
 
 " Nay, you are still feverish, and my attentions will not be 
 thrown away upon you. As soon as you are better you must 
 get away from this fatal mansion, which would always recall 
 . a frightful event." 
 
 " Do you believe, then, that anywhere I shall forget it ] " 
 
 " Not the scene you have witnessed ; certainly not. But 
 tiaae, that hea,ls all wounds, also crvlms all griefs. You are 
 
42 The Condemned Door 
 
 young, my lady, and you are not alone in the world. There's 
 your sister.'' 
 
 " Whom I love with all my soul ! " 
 
 " And who returns your affection with interest. Her 
 affection will console you. But here I am preaching resigna- 
 tion to you, while I feel that it will be very difficult for me 
 myself to recover from the blow which this loss has given me. 
 The man you weep was so kind and true ! Who could have 
 borne him a grudge ? I never knew he had an enemy." 
 
 " He could have had none." 
 
 " Then the murder is inexplicable, unless the general is a 
 victim to some accident." 
 
 " That may be," observed the baroness, lifting her head. 
 
 " Somebody passing through the grounds, whose gun went 
 off by chance." 
 
 "I saw nothing. The general was writing till he had to 
 leave off because of the darkness coming. He went to the 
 window, where he lingered a few moments. He was just 
 going to come away, when I heard a gun-shot ; he fell a 
 couple of paces back, then, altogether. I was seated by 
 the fireplace. I rose, bewildered, but was going to run to 
 the spot, when you came in." 
 
 " The event having so come about, my supposition is not 
 admissible. I will barely mention it to the police. Besides, 
 the perpetrator of an accidental homicide would not have 
 fled. Did you not look out into the grounds 1 " 
 
 " Why, no, I never thought of it,*' replied the baroness, 
 who had no story ready. 
 
 "And, again, there's no public thoroughfare in your 
 property ] " 
 
 "It is not impossible to get in over the wall, though. We 
 had burglars a couple of years ago, while we were in town." 
 
 " Yes, I remember that. One of your keepers caught 
 them ; that honest fellow, Calorguen. But a thief would 
 have hidden himself sooner than taken a shot at the general. 
 In any case, I shall advise the searching of the wood. Can 
 you rely on all your household ? " 
 
Another Barrier Bettveen the Lovers 43 
 
 " Yes, all old servants." 
 
 " It is no use looking for the assassin in their number. 
 We can only hope that he will be found elsewhere." 
 
 The lady oifered no comments, and the conversation 
 dropped there. She was too thoughtful to want to prolong 
 it, and the doctor did not know what to say. A conversation 
 beside a corpse, with the widow of the murdered man, is 
 awkward to keep up, and Dr. Avangour had too much tact to 
 try to sustain it with commonplace consolations. Deeming 
 it better not to further intrude on the widow's grief, he went 
 back noiselessly to take a seat in the bedroom, the proximity 
 of the dead having no terrors for him. There he was within 
 earshot of Lady Houlbecq in the event of her calling him. 
 
 She did not do so, the solitude suiting her best. Her mind 
 was concentrated on problems, the solution of which affected 
 her a great deal more than the tragical death of a detested 
 mate. When could she deliver her lover ? Was it Calorguen 
 who had slain the general ? Would they accuse him, and 
 were they to do so and find him guilty, would he answer, to 
 escape the capital penalty, that he had only obeyed a written 
 order of his mistress, one that he could produce to save his 
 neck ? Would he betray her to the guillotine ? 
 
CHAPTEE VII 
 
 LADY FLAVIA's TROUBLESOME AVENGER 
 
 These darksome reflections were interrupted by the slight 
 sound of a door cautiously opened. It was the little door at 
 the other end of the toilette room, where, on turning her 
 head, the baroness saw her sister, coming in on tiptoe. 
 
 " What have you come for here ? " she demanded, throwing 
 herself across her path. 
 
 " I knew that I should find you here. For some unknown 
 reason to me, Francois would not let me enter directly, so I 
 pretended to go up to my rooms, but I slipped down by the 
 side passage. What has happened here ? " As no reply came 
 Vivette pursued : " I am so late, because I did not wish to 
 leave Mother Calorguen by herself. Her son, for whom she 
 was waiting, never came till close on live o'clock." 
 
 " 'Twus he !" thought the baroness, with a shiver, " and it 
 will come out that he only got home a quarter of an hour 
 after the murder — just the time to enable him to go from here 
 to his mother's." 
 
 Then she started ; she hoped the doctor had not heard the 
 communication of her sister. 
 
 Stupefied at this cold reception, Yivette stood mute and 
 motionless. 
 
 "Away ! " ejaculated Lady Houlbecq. " Up to your rooms 
 and don't go thence till I come to you." 
 
 " Then you do not want me here 1 " ventured the young 
 lady timidly. 
 
 " No, no, you are really in the way. Be gone, dear 1" 
 
 " And yet this morning you said — I — I thought you did, at 
 
Lady Flavians Troublesome Avenger 45 
 
 least — that the man you wished to save had got safely 
 away." 
 
 If the girl had continued thus to question her elder, all 
 was over with the secret which the latter had so much interest 
 in concealing from the physician, who might well be over- 
 hearing. The baroness could no longer contain herself. She 
 literally fell upon poor Vivette, put her hand on her mouth 
 to silence her, and fairly bundled her out of the room. 
 Yivette was so frightened as to allow it to be done. As soon 
 as she was gone, Flavia shot the bolt and went back to the 
 reclining chair, where Dr. Avangour had last seen her, and 
 where he found her again as now he raised the door- way 
 curtain. 
 
 "Eh !" said he softly, *'did I not recognise the voice of 
 your sister ? You did quite right to send her away without 
 mentioning the catastrophe, which she will learn soon enough. 
 I am glad, too, that the footman has not told her, and hence 
 I conclude that he will strictly carry out the orders which I 
 gave him. Thus the police will find all the people under this 
 roof who were here when the shot was fired. A very impor- 
 tant matter, for they must all be examined." 
 
 Flavia breathed freely again. The doctor could not have 
 heard the unlucky phrase of Vivette alluding to the prisoner 
 in the tower, and so she lioped that there would arise no 
 question concerning him. The rest was nothing, or, at least, 
 she would have time to prepare to meet the outburst. 
 
 Calorguen would only be accused after a rather long inquiry, 
 and there would be lulls and breaks in its course. She calcu- 
 lated that her lover might live two or three days without 
 nourishment, while, on the morrow, perhaps, she might grasp 
 some moment in which to liberate him, when left to herself. 
 She knew where to find tools to tear out the nails in the sheet 
 of metal, and the work would not take over a quarter of an 
 hour. Once delivered, Alain could take refuge in the upper 
 rooms of the castle, and await nightfall for flight. She did 
 not fear that suspicion would fall on him, as he never was 
 seen near the place. 
 
46 The Condemned Door 
 
 She now forecast the joy of meeting him in the capital, 
 where he would go by way of La Hunaudaie, so as to make it 
 seem that he went straight from his farm to the railway. In 
 Paris, she would be married to him after the ten months' 
 widowhood imposed on her by the law, and he would never know 
 that she had commanded the murder. Calorguen would not 
 speak, or if he did, none would believe him. A line on a 
 loose leaf was not much of a proof, and, anyhow, she would 
 deny her writing. 
 
 In short, the baroness dreamed of happiness as the reward 
 of crime, and, if heaven did not inte rvene, her odious dream 
 seemed in course of realisation. She felt no remorse, shed 
 not one tear for the veteran who lay near her with a coward's 
 bullet in his war-worn breast, and took no heed of the fate 
 awaiting the infatuated keeper whom she had urged to 
 murder. She forgot everything, even to the will which her 
 husband had written under her eyes, though maybe it 
 disinherited her. 
 
 Dr. Avangour had returned to the death chamber after his 
 brief looking in at the other. He did not move, but she 
 heard him cough, for he had carried to such an extreme the 
 respect for police requirements as to leave the window open, 
 and he had caught a chill. Hence he was more impatient 
 even than Lady Houlbecq for the officer of justice, who did 
 not come for three-quarters of an hour. That official had 
 jumped up from dinner, and the doctor's horse went at a good 
 pace, but the doctor was terribly impatient, and each minute 
 was a month to him. But to Lady Flavia the delay seemed 
 short as she turned over in her mind the problem of saving 
 her lover and getting rid of her avenger. 
 
CHAPTEE VIII 
 
 THE NEST IS EMPTY AND THE BIRD FLOWN 
 
 The rustic magistrate was a character, born on the spot and 
 well-known in the district. He had been a country lawyer, 
 and all the good points of magisterial dignity were his, 
 namely, straightforward judgment, sharp wit, and perfect 
 honour and impartiality. He exhibited no pride of office, 
 and paraded no preconceived opinions ; he was plain in 
 manner, naturally conciliatory, but firm when firmness was 
 requisite ; he fulfilled his functions in a free and easy way, 
 and settled more cases out of court than in it. A married 
 man and a bondholder, these two advantages won him his 
 superiors' consideration, and he obtained as much afi'ection 
 from his subordinates. 
 
 Personally, Justice Miniac was a regular Breton for brevity 
 and compactness of frame, his broad face closely shaven, his 
 dress rather negligent. This forbidding aspect was soon seen 
 to be tempered by a kindly air. 
 
 From long service, he had known everybody at the castle, 
 servants and masters. Of course, he knew Dr. Avangour 
 too, and he had a high opinion of him. He had picked up 
 the main facts before he came into the room, and after some 
 complimentary explanations, he needed only the few pro- 
 fessional words from the doctor, whicli made the situation 
 clear. 
 
 He asked also after the baroness, and expressed astonish- 
 ment that she should have remained so near in the dressing- 
 room, and desired to see her. She heard the wish and pre- 
 sented herself, but he would not hear of her re-entering the 
 
48 The Condemned Door 
 
 death chamber. After desiring her to resume her place in 
 the easy chair he opened an interview which began with con- 
 dolence, but necessarily became an interrogation, though a 
 kindly one, which could not alarm the lady. She was asked 
 if she suspected any one, but she knew of none. One after 
 another all the household were named, Calorguen included, 
 though he slept out of the castle, but, finally, the justice con- 
 cluded that search must be made elsewhere. 
 
 " I compassionate your ladyship's sorrow too much to pro- 
 long this conversation," he said with sincere emotion. " It 
 was indispensablCj'^but I have no more to ask now. I sent a 
 messenger to Dinan, so that the public prosecutor will pro- 
 bably arrive this night. To-morrow you shall see him. But 
 I entreat you to take some rest. It is quite useless for you 
 to be present at the investigation of your servants on the 
 scene of the crime whilst awaiting the government official." 
 
 " Act as you please, sir. But my mind is made up on my 
 remaining here," replied Lady Houlbecq, firmly. *' Besides 
 you may have need of me to verify or rectify the evidence 
 you are going to collect, and I do not suppose you see any in- 
 convenience in my hearing it." 
 
 "None at all, my lady," the good-natured justice said. 
 " You are right, too ; perhaps I may want to call in your 
 corroboration. Still, I shall consult you in this room, so as 
 to spare you that frightful sight." 
 
 " I should find the courage to support something worse, if 
 needs be, to help you to discover my husband's assassin." 
 
 '* Oh, we shall find him, my lady ! " returned the other. *' I 
 can promise you that the general's death will be avenged. If 
 the villain who has done the deed escapes justice, mark me ! 
 I will give up my office." 
 
 After this somewhat risky pledge, he bowed to Lady 
 Houlbecq, and went to rejoin the doctor in the further 
 room. 
 
 "The medical report seems to me superfluous," he re- 
 marked. " You need not make the autopsy till to-morrow." 
 
 "It will not teach us anything I do not know," returned 
 
The Nest la EniiAy and the Bird Floion 49 
 
 Dr. Avangour. " The shot was fired from below, the bullet 
 striking the general behind between the fifth and sixth ribs 
 and passing through the heart." 
 
 " For the present, I have but to have the inmates of the 
 castle brought before me. To begin with, there is my lady 
 and her sister." 
 
 " The latter just came in, as her sister will tell you, and has 
 gone up to her rooms. She was absent when the deed was 
 committed, and I believe she is still ignorant of the mis- 
 fortune which has befallen her sister." 
 
 " Then we had better question her to-morrow. To-night, 
 the servants. As I came along I gave rran9ois the order to 
 summon them into the ante-chamber." 
 
 He had no sooner opened the door than the pro':^s<?ion 
 filed in. As the justice had not brought his secretary with 
 him, the doctor took down the depositions ; meanwhile, the 
 baroness, unseen in the toilette chamber, did not lose a word 
 The servants, led by the head footman, successively told all 
 they knew ; in other words, very little, indeed. The general 
 had returned from hunting after midnight. He had found 
 his wife quite ill. He had taken up his watch-post beside 
 her all the day long. Every one manifested the same horror 
 at view of their master's remains, and the waiting maid, 
 Rose, almost fell in a faint. 
 
 As their mistress heard more and more, the greater she 
 was encouraged. She thought to herself — they know nothing, 
 and the government ofiicer from the county town will not do 
 much upon so little. One day will suffice for the judicial 
 proceedings, and when all these "bigwigs" go, she could 
 deliver Alain. Vivette alone could suspect what had 
 happened. And very wrong was she to ask her to help in 
 the escape of somebody luckily not named. However, 
 Vivette would hold her peace. 
 
 " Have I seen all the household 1 " inquired the justice of 
 Francois, whom he had appointed usher for the witnesses. 
 
 " All the household, your worship, yes," answered the valet. 
 ** The two keepers sleep out But there are those plumbers 
 
50 The Condemned Door 
 
 who were repairing the roof when his lordship called them 
 into my lady's apartments to seal up a door. They were still 
 on the roof when the gunshot rang out, and wanted to run 
 in, but I stopped them. They are at hand." 
 " Let them come in." 
 
 They came in, dressed for work, and carrying their bags of 
 tools like workmen whose job was over, and who were going 
 home. They related that from the roof they heard the firearm, 
 but, though they looked down into the wood, they had seen 
 nobody. This quieted the baroness, who had trembled when 
 they began speaking. 
 
 " Where is the door which you closed up by order of 
 General Houlbecq ? " inquired the justice, albeit attaching no 
 great weight to a supplementary question. 
 
 " That's the one," answered one of the plumbers, pulling up 
 the tapestry just behind him. 
 
 The baroness sprang up and came forward three steps. 
 ** That's no door that you are showing," responded the 
 examiner. 
 
 " There's one behind the sheet we were ordered to put up 
 by the general, to keep the draught from coming through the 
 cracks." 
 
 In the silence that followed, Flavia's heart thumped as if 
 to deafen her. The justice questioned the doctor with a 
 glance, and received a nod of approval. 
 
 " Just let's have that down, so we can see whither it leads," 
 ordered he. 
 
 The baroness entered the death chamber. The workmen 
 were getting ready to work, and, eyeing them, the legal and 
 the medical gentlemen did not perceive her, and all the 
 domestics were gone save FranQois. His back was turned 
 toward her. 
 
 " Allow me, your worship, it's not worth the trouble to 
 undo the good work. That door opens into the old tower, 
 where nobody goes and whence nobody could come out, 
 as it is only a hollow, surrounded by thick walls on all 
 sides." 
 
The Nest is Emjjty and the Bird Flown 51 
 
 " Never mind. Do as you were bid," commanded Miniac. 
 " I want to see everything." 
 
 One after another the nails came out under the pincers of 
 the pair of vigorous workmen. In another instant the plate 
 would be ripped off, and Flavia felt sure that her reputation 
 would be gone. 
 
 In the tower would be found Alain of Trigavou. There 
 would be no difficulty in gaessiog that, surprised in my 
 lady's apartments, he had fled thither to elude the husband, 
 and that the husband, knowing where he was, had had him 
 walled up therein. All the country would say he was her 
 paramour. All this she foresaw, and yet she did not despair, 
 for Alain would still be alive and hers ! 
 
 " Ah, my reputation gone — but who cares ] " she said to 
 herself, cheered by her impudence. " At all events, they 
 cannot accuse him of having killed my husband." 
 
 The plate was off. The justice opened the door, and led 
 the doctor through, lit by the candle in Francois's hand. 
 
 Behold the culminating moment ! 
 
 The baroness expected to see Trigavou, pistol in hand, and 
 rushed forward to prevent him committing the additional 
 manslaughter which would embitter the situation even more. 
 
 " You're right," said Miniac, "there's nobody here." 
 
 The lady had penetrated behind them, and also seen that 
 the hiding-place was vacant. 
 
 What had become of Alain of Trigavou ? 
 
 Perchance she believed that the fiend had flown away with 
 her guilty accomplice, for she fainted away in the arms of Dr. 
 Avangour. 
 
CHAPTER IX 
 
 WHAT UNKNOWN ENEMY HAS DONE THIS ? 
 
 Three days have gone by. 
 
 The preliminary inquiry is over, the one opened im- 
 mediately after the discovery of a crime, and resulting most 
 often in a mere collection of suspicions. The attorney-general, 
 assisted by the magistrate and by the examining judge, had 
 been busy for four- and -twenty hours without issuing any 
 warrant of arrest. Thirty witnesses had been examined, 
 including Lady Houlbecq and her sister. 
 
 The former, overwhelmed by the tragic event which had 
 widowed her, had added nothing to her previous statement, 
 and the interrogators, respecting her sorrow, had not harassed 
 her at length. She kept her bed in her sister's room. The 
 latter, not having witnessed the murder, indeed only know- 
 ing it by hearsay, had given no information worth record, 
 piivticularly as she had taken care not to tell the only thing 
 she knew. 
 
 There was no question of the old tower as a hiding place. 
 The justice and the doctor had attributed Lady Houlbecq's 
 swoon to fatigue and emotion. They still believed that the 
 general had the metal plate put up to exclude the draughts. 
 
 As for the man-slayer, none knew him, and suspicions 
 even fell upon no one. The final impression was that the 
 deed had been committed by some poacher, avenging himself 
 for complaints filed against him by the general, who was 
 pitiless against transgressors upon his manor. This poacher 
 was actively sought for, but was not to be found. And as 
 the hunt was likely to be a long one, even if successful, the 
 
What Vnlcnoivn Emmy has Done This ? 53 
 
 permission to bury the deceased was accorded. The surgical 
 examination had furnished no enlightenment. The bullet 
 that caused death was extracted. It was one fitting 
 almost any fowling-piece, and consequently but a vague 
 " pointer." 
 
 It was decided that the general should be temporarily laid 
 to rest in the village burial-ground, for exhumation hereafter 
 and transportation to Paris, where he had a family vault in 
 P^re-la-Chaise Cemetery. His widow did not oppose this 
 arrangement, and the ceremony was to be carried out in that 
 manner. 
 
 At the grave were assembled all the domestics and 
 tenantry. The doctor and the justice were there also as 
 genuine mourners. All the neighbours, too — squires, gentry, 
 and tradesmen — deemed it their duty to accompany to his 
 last home their hardy hunting companion and hospitable 
 landlord. 
 
 Old Commander Jugon, a retired naval officer, did not fail 
 to come to the obsequies of the friend whom he had received 
 on St. Hubert's Day in his place at Lanvollon, which he had 
 quitted in the evening to return home, with no suspicion he 
 was hasting to his doom. 
 
 After a short and simple burial ceremony, the party left 
 the graveyard, some taking their departure deeply impressed, 
 others — more particularly acquaintances of the general — 
 gathering on the little church green to exchange reflections 
 and conjectures, as usually comes to pass, after an unforeseen 
 loss. Each commented after his own fashion. The hunting 
 set unanimously accused the wicked league of poachers. 
 Commander Jugon was less positive. He reminded his guests 
 that on St. Hubert's Night General Houlbecq, after feasting 
 jovially, had suddenly resolved to return that same evening 
 to Trigavou, though engaged to go out hunting on the 
 morrow. The naval officer was of the opinion that his friend 
 of the other branch of the service had received, by an 
 unknown hand, and at an unknown moment, some note 
 recalling him home, which note could only have been sent 
 
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 liim by an accomplice of the murderer, who thought to decoy 
 him before his gun. 
 
 Squire Miniac pointed out that the supposititious enemy of 
 the general — one who had no enemies — would not have waited 
 till the ensuing night to shoot him, when it would have been 
 so much more easy to waylay him on the road from Lanvollon 
 to Trigavou, on the dark rainy night. Nobody disputed this 
 logic. 
 
 The corporal of the gendarmes, who had drawn near, 
 declared that he was the man to lay the guilty one by the 
 heels with his own hands, to which Squire Miniac, knowing 
 him to be vain and aspiring, answered him with a little 
 sarcasm that such an arrest would be worth a step to whoever 
 made it. The corporal dared not make more of it, but it 
 was clear from his manner that he meant to hurry on a 
 search on his own account. 
 
 The groups of mourners finally dispersed, the gentry 
 stepping into their carriages to be driven homewards, the 
 rustics footing it towards the neighbouring hamlets, and the 
 servants using the short cut through the woods to the 
 castle. 
 
 Lingering behind, Pierre Calorguen saluted the doctor and 
 the justice as he passed them by, when both remarked a 
 changed expression on the relaxed features of his no longer 
 bluff face. He was controlling himself, but it was plain he 
 had been violently affected. 
 
 "There's one who loved his master," observed Squire 
 Miniac, watching him. '• He owed everything to him, and 
 carried gratitude to fanaticism. If the scoundrel who slew 
 his old colonel was to fall into his grip, he would execute 
 justice himself, I'll be bound." 
 
 "So he would," agreed Dr. Avangour, "an honest blade, 
 and I believe he was most devoted to Genera! Houlbecq. At 
 the same time " 
 
 "Goon. What?" 
 
 " I am going to startle you. At the same time I fancy he 
 is in love with the baroness. * He never told his love,' and 
 
What Unknown Enemy has Done This ? 55 
 
 all that, of course, and my lady never suspects the passion 
 she inspires." 
 
 " What an idea ! How came you to entertain it 1 " 
 " I have caught him two or three times in contemplation 
 under my lady's windows, and he sneaked away like a thief 
 when he found himself under observation. I have also 
 noticed that he eyes her peculiarly when he passes near her." 
 " The deuce you have ! If this be so one might believe 
 that jealousy had urged him to remove the husband ; but I 
 rather think, dear doctor, that this unlikely love has never 
 existed out of your brain. I shall take care, too, not to 
 repeat to the Investigatory Judge your appreciation of the 
 hidden feelings of our poor Calorguen" 
 
 " Don't be alarmed, dear friend, for I would not confide it 
 to anybody but you, for while T believe that the baroness's 
 charms have disturbed his wits, I also believe him incapable 
 of so dastardly a crime. A soldier does not commit murder, 
 and this man bravely served his country before he entered 
 the general's service. As a proof that I do not doubt his 
 innocence, I am going to his house even now to see his old 
 paralysed mother, who sent for me. Their little house is on 
 the castle road, where I left my chaise. I shall profit by the 
 chance. Come along 1 " 
 
 " I cannot do that. This is my day for hearing cases, and 
 I have no more time to spare, for I came afoot." 
 
 " So keep well till we meet again, squire. One of these 
 days I shall give you a call." 
 
CHAPTER X 
 
 LADY FLAVIA GOES A-\ISITING 
 
 The two friends departed with a hearty shake of the hand. 
 
 Squire Miniac little dreamed that he would not hold his 
 court because of a meeting he nowise anticipated, and Dr. 
 Avangour still less expected the incidents going to disorder 
 the exercise of his profession. 
 
 The good doctor was honest in asserting that he did not 
 suspect the keeper, and his visit to Mother Calorguen's was 
 truly to see how she was with her paralysis, and not at all to 
 question her upon her son's sayings and doings. 
 
 This interesting patient, unlike her neighbours, did not 
 dwell in a dirty, incommodious, ill-ventilated hovel. On 
 taking possession of the castle, the general had a good cot- 
 tage built for his favourite gamekeeper, out of brick and 
 stone in a pretty orchard, and there he had installed the 
 Calorguens, only a few musket shots from his park. They 
 lived there happier than many of the well-to-do, and their 
 neighbours envied their lot. 
 
 The doctor called so often on the old woman that he per- 
 fectly well knew the road up to the cottage, so surrounded 
 by trees as not to be visible from afar. He went straight 
 up to the garden and was going to push open the gate, when 
 he perceived a woman, all in black, leaning against a tree 
 just outside the orchard. As he came down against the 
 wind she did not hear him, and did not turn round. She 
 seemed to be waiting for somebody. 
 
 " It's astonishing how much she resembles Lady Houlbecq 
 away off,'' thought Dr. Avangour. " But it cannot be she — 
 
Lady Flavia goes a-visUing 61 
 
 what could bring her here ] Besides, I left her in her sister's 
 room, abed." 
 
 On account of this reasoning, the doctor passed on without 
 stopping to enlighten a mystery which did not interest him. 
 He was in haste, the gate was open and he speedily reached 
 the cottage, where he entered without knocking. He knew 
 all the arrangements, and that he should find his patient on 
 the ground floor. 
 
 There she was, indeed, dozing in a huge straw-bottomed 
 armchair, before a fire of roots which a lad of twelve, sitting 
 on a stool, was trimming and feeding. The dame did not 
 awaken, but the urchin jumped on perceiving Dr. Avangouro 
 who paused to gaze on the scene of still life. 
 
 In the depth of the room was the bed, a four poster, closed 
 in with shutters, not curtains, at the risk of smothering the 
 sleeper. They were open at present, so there was a view of 
 the green spread, the needle worked pillow on the bolster — a 
 present from Vivette — and a fine ivory crucifix hanging on 
 the wall, enframed in blessed boxwood. The floor, firedogs, 
 and old lockers shone with cleanliness. On the high shelves 
 old crockery was piled amid pewter mugs and platters gleam- 
 ing like silver. 
 
 Everything spoke of easy competence in the large room, 
 fully lighted, where the dame's supper was laid near the bed- 
 side, and the son's little arsenal was in a rack over the mantel- 
 shelf — his double-barrelled fowling-piece, his heavy rifle for 
 wolf and boar, his revolver and hunting sword and the cavalry 
 sword with which he had charged at the battle of Gravelotte. 
 
 Pierre and the child slept in the garret, but Pierre was 
 more often out than in, and the youngster seldom quitted the 
 paralytic. 
 
 He was the son of a canteen keeper and an artillery cor- 
 poral killed at Sedan. The mother was a Breton woman, 
 dying after the Franco-Prussian war on her return home, 
 and Calorguen had housed the orphan, from the father having 
 been his comrade. 
 
 He was a bewitching little fellow, with a pink complexion 
 
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 and fair, curly hair, but he knew next to nothing. The 
 schoolmaster had given him up. He was a stick-in-the-mud, 
 said the louts, to express that his intelligence had stopped at 
 a point beyond which it 'ceased to rise. But this lack of wit 
 was redeemed by his goodness. He adored the mother and 
 her son, devoted himself to them like a dog, and did his 
 little utmost to make himself useful, nursing the invalid like 
 a trained nurse, cultivating the garden and keeping the house 
 in order. 
 
 He was created taciturn, and only spoke when pressed.. 
 
 Knowing him ever so long, the doctor conceived that his 
 intellect would arouse some of these fine days at the shock 
 of an unexpected event which would dash light and passion 
 into the dormant brain. 
 
 '' Good morning, Yvon," he said, patting his cheek. 
 
 The sonorous voice startled the palsied crone into opening 
 her eyes and sitting up. 
 
 " What, is that our good gentleman ? " she exclaimed. 
 '' The Lord bless you for coming into our house, though at a 
 mournful time. Our poor master " 
 
 " Yes, mother, I am just back from seeing him laid where 
 we must all go one day, sooner or later " 
 
 " For my part, would it were to-morrow ! " 
 
 " Tut, tut ; you will see us all under ! Yet I can well 
 understand your grief at losing a good master. But the lady 
 up at the great house is not dead, and she will not cast off 
 either you or your son." 
 
 The old woman shook her head as the only answer. 
 
 " It looks as if you did not place much faith in her, in 
 which you are wrong. She will take care of you. But let 
 us examine your right side," went on the doctor, feeling the 
 right arm of the palsied woman. " Does it pain you when I 
 touch it?" 
 
 " Not much, my kind sir. But I don't believe I shall be 
 able to move it again. Only to think that I have not been 
 to church these seven long months. Oh, dear ! " 
 
 ** You can go to the midnight mass next Christmas eve. 
 
Lady Flavla goes a-visiting 59 
 
 But you'll have to keep ou with the rubbing I recommended 
 the last time, and, above all, avoid escitement. Happily, in 
 the life you lead, you are shielded from anything event- 
 ful" 
 
 " Oh, no ; I had shock enough day before yesterday, when 
 Pierre told me that master was dead, and how dreadfully 
 killed, too, good Mary mother. Oh, the vile 'un who killed 
 him will go straight to the hot place, for there's no mercy for 
 the likes o' he ! " 
 
 " He will first have to pass through a court of justice," 
 remarked the doctor, smiling. " And so far the magistrates 
 have not set about the right way to get him there." 
 
 *' Only to think that Pierre might have arrested him, God 
 willing ! He was going the round in the baron's wood, and 
 might just as w^ell have been on the spot. But he went 
 towards the village, and never heard any gunshot up to his 
 coming home. The kind young lady was here, and she will 
 tell you the same." 
 
 '' She has told me so. But how can we help fatality ? 
 Where is your son, by the way 1 I saw him at the burial, 
 and thought he would have been home before me." 
 
 " Don't know," murmured the old woman dolefully. " He's 
 been another sort these last six months. Before that, when 
 he was not on duty, he never left me ; now I only see him at 
 dark, and he does not always come home then." 
 
 " Pooh 1 he's fallen in love ! " 
 
 " Nay, I don't believe that. Pierre would never go sweet- 
 hearting with a girl of his own station, and yet he could have 
 married very well in that way. There was the daughter of 
 the farmer of the Morandais, who made eyes at him, and the 
 father would not have said him nay. But Pierre would not 
 hear of it, he aims higher." 
 
 Dr. Avangour made no remark. He thought to himself — 
 " I guessed aright. It is Lady Houlbecq he aims at. And 
 I begin to wonder if he did not also aim at her husband too." 
 He could not help smiling at the villainous pun which he 
 would have taken the greatest care not to speak out. 
 
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 " Will you let me question him on this point when I see 
 him ? " he inquired. 
 
 " I would like you to do it, kind sir, and if you could cure 
 him of the bee in his bonnet, I should be more thankful 
 to you than if you set me on my legs again." 
 
 Little Yvon had settled down on his stool again, and took 
 no part in the talk. The doctor, having no wish to prolong 
 it, was preparing to take his leave. He was sitting near the 
 window, and facing it. On lifting hi« eyes, he spied through 
 the glass a black form, which flitted past in an instant. 
 He remembered the woman he had seen in the copse, and in 
 one leap reached the lattice, which he threw open quickly. 
 The figure had no time to get away. It turned at the sound, 
 and this time he clearly recognised the baroness, although 
 she was veiled to the chin. 
 
 " Your ladyship here ! " he ejaculated. " What rashness ! " 
 
CHAPTEE XI 
 
 THE SERVANT WHO DARED TO LOVE HIS LADY 
 
 The reproach which Dr. Avangour addressed to Lady 
 Houlbecq might be understood in two ways, but the lady 
 took it in the better sense, and answered without apparent 
 embarrassment — 
 
 " Yes, I was wrong to leave my bed and come out against 
 your prohibition. But I could not stay quiet any longer — I 
 needed the open air, and the idea seized me to go and see my 
 poor old charge once more. I was about going in when I 
 caught sight of you, but I did not recognise you, because 
 your head was lowered " 
 
 " And then you ran away from fear of meeting a stranger. 
 But now that you know who it is, and as soon as you are 
 rested, for as much as you ought not to remain outdoors, you 
 will allow me to offer you my arm as far as the castle. 
 You must not overtask yourself, says the physician, and I 
 rely on your obeying him." 
 
 The baroness put the best face on the matter that she 
 could, for she did anything but bless Dr. Avangour, whom 
 she had not expected to find there, not having seen him pass 
 as she was waiting for Pierre Calorguen in the copse. She 
 wanted to have an explanation with Pierre, deeming him 
 guilty, and hoping to get back the note which she had thrown 
 him in her imprudence. She, furthermore, hoped that he 
 would consent to quit France, and accept a large sum of 
 money which she brought to aid his flight. 
 
 She knew his nature very shallowly, and reasoned to the 
 injury of her own interest, for the interview she sought 
 
C2 The Condemned Door. 
 
 might be her ruin. But she was frenzied with impatience. 
 The disappearance of the Count of Trigavoa had perplexed 
 her. What could have become of him 'I How had he been 
 able to get out of the town ? Seals having been put on the 
 whole sviite of apartments, she had no way to enter and make 
 sure that the hiding-place had no issue. Yet there must 
 have been one, since Alain was no longer there — a trap-door, 
 a sliding stone, some co vered way out. 
 
 Alain, reared in the castle, would verv likely know of this 
 passage, yet he would seem to have perished in it, for there 
 were no signs of life given by him since the fatal night when 
 Ihe general had surprised the lovers. The farmer at La 
 Hunaudaie, to whom a footman had taken a letter of invita- 
 tion to the obsequies, had said that his master had gone to 
 Paris. From this reply Lady Houlbecq concluded that this 
 man; a devoted servant and the sole contidant in his master's 
 intrigue, did not know where he was. She would have liked 
 to see him, but durst not go to the farm for fear of being 
 noticed. She meant to wait till the farmer came to her 
 place on some pretext or other, when she might manage to 
 see him. Meanwhile, to pacify the impatience devouring 
 her, she determined to hunt up Calorguen. 
 
 She felt that she must not refuse Dr. Avangour's invita- 
 tion, and, passfng around from the window to the door, she 
 entered the cottage, though sorely regretting the unlucky 
 idea of leaving her shelter behind the large tree to learn 
 whether the man she watched for had not arrived before 
 her. 
 
 The paralyzed woman had recognized the baroness's voice, 
 and was not astonished to see her, but she received her coldly. 
 Ap])arently she had divined her son's ill-omened attachment 
 to the high lady. The doctor had the same belief, and he 
 clearly remarked how the mother's reception embarrassed 
 Lady Houlbecq. The two women exchanged a few insigni- 
 ficant phrases. The lady asked after the old woman's health, 
 who replied lamenting the general's death, and the conversa- 
 tion was ending there when ( -alorguen abruptly dashed in. 
 
The Servant lohc Dared to Love his Lady 63 
 
 He lost his colour on perceiving his master's widow. After 
 saluting her; he went to embrace his mother. 
 
 " What has kept you, my lad 1 " inquired Dr. Avangour. 
 " You started from the village before me, and yet 1 have 
 been here some twenty minutes." 
 
 " I went up to the castle," was t}ie gamekeeper's answer. 
 '' The young lady had my promise to bear her news of how 
 mother was getting on." 
 
 " My sister did not know that I was coming over," said the 
 baroness, quickly. "I have not seen her this morning." 
 
 Calorguen was hushed, and the doctor was struck by his 
 bearing, for he observed him. He avoided looking at the 
 general's widow, and when by chance their eyes did cross^, 
 his features expressed an emotion hard to account for. Was 
 it love under constraint ? Was it fear which electrified his 
 features? The doctor was inclined to the former opinion. 
 Calorguen had nothing to fear from the baroness, yet he had 
 lost countenance when he came face to face with her. But 
 the doctor did not, in the least degree, forecast the discourse 
 suddenly begun by this agitated worshipper. 
 
 " My lady," said he, ^' I would much like a word with you 
 in private." 
 
 " With me ? " exclaimed the stupefied dame. 
 " Yes, my lady. It is downright audacity on my part, but 
 your kindness emboldens me. You have taken the trouble 
 to come to see my mother, and as I happen to meet you under 
 our roof, pray do not refuse to hear me." 
 
 ** Why not here ? " faltered Lady Houlbecq, more and more 
 disquieted. 
 
 " Because what I have to say concerns your ladyship alone 
 When you learn the nature of the matter, you will approve 
 my not speaking before my mother, and I hope that Dr. 
 Avangour will overlook my acting as I do." 
 
 *' Don't speak of it, my lad. If you have a secret you 
 have a right to confide it to none but my lady." 
 
 "Then you will allow my hearing our honest Calorguen ?" 
 inquired she. 
 
64 The Condemned Door 
 
 " I should think I would, and I'll even be gomg, not to be 
 in your way." 
 
 *' No, no, stay, I beg. I will just step out with him into 
 the orchard." 
 
 " As you please, my dear lady. I will wait here till you 
 get through." 
 
 The baroness looked quite at her ease now, although she 
 feared he was going to acknowledge that he had killed her 
 husband, and to claim the reward of the deed. Her fate was 
 in the balance. 
 
 " Well, be it so," she thought. *' I'd rather settle it at 
 once." 
 
 So she went forth, resolved to face this interview, so 
 desired yet so dreaded. 
 
 The keeper's cottage stood lonely in the very middle of the 
 orchard, surrounded by thickset hedges and accessible by two 
 gates, the north for the village, the south for the castle. By 
 the former had come the doctor, the baroness by the latter, 
 and, to await Calorguen, she had taken her previous road till 
 she had quitted her post of observation in order to approach 
 the window. 
 
 She stopped under an apple tree midway betwixt the gate 
 and the dwelling. She had regained her self-command, and 
 was quite ready to cope with the man who could break or 
 make her with a single word. 
 
 He had followed her closely and took off his cap, halting. 
 
 " I have consented to hearing you," she said in a tone of 
 
 haughty assurance belied by her pallor. "What is your wish?" 
 
 " I thought you guessed it," replied Calorguen, not being 
 
 daunted by a reception probably anticipated. 
 
 " Not in the least, unless you have taken as serious what 
 happened in the grounds a few hours before my husband's 
 death." 
 
 " I might easily believe you were jesting with me if I did 
 not know what went on in the great house." 
 
 " And what do you know ? " iuquired Lady Houlbecq, 
 quickly* 
 
The Servant tvho Dared to Love his Lady 65 
 
 " That the general was standing guard over you in your 
 rooms." 
 
 " Nothing more ? " 
 
 " No more. Still I thought that you had a violent quarrel 
 with him, and that, giving way to angry impulse " 
 
 "Who has so well informed you ? " 
 
 "No one in particular, but I gather it from all. Your 
 servants do not hold anything back from me, and I am often 
 up at the house. They were full of the general's flying home 
 at midnight, and his strange orders." 
 
 " And from their tattle you jumped straight to the con- 
 clusion that I commanded you to make away with my 
 husband'? All we need now is your assurance that your 
 killing him was upon that order." 
 
 " Ha ! do you believe that 'twas I who killed him ] " cried 
 Calorguen abruptly, and staring her in the face. 
 
 " I believe you will be accused of it." 
 
 " And you fear, if that be done, that I will show the slip 
 of paper you tossed out of the window to me ? " 
 
 "Tossed ? I let it fall without intention — without the mean- 
 ing you attribute to it, and without its being meant for you." 
 
 " For whom else, and what was it about 1 " 
 
 " How is that your concern ? Do I have to account to 
 you ? It is your place to answer me. Come ; you picked 
 up that paper, read it, and ran away with it. I could not 
 call you back, but I have the right to ask you what you have 
 done with it." 
 
 u TV'ere I to say I burnt it, you would say I lied." 
 
 " That I should ; and I demand its return." 
 
 " So you think me the man to take advantage of such a 
 thing against you ? Still I ought not to be amazed at your 
 haviug such a poor opinion of me, when you really suspect 
 me of having slain my older benefactor, my old ofiicer, for 
 whom I would gladly have laid down my life." 
 
 '' I do not suspect you, and I should defend you against them 
 that did say so much, but still return me that paper at once. 
 Come, come, you have it with you " 
 
66 The Condemned Door 
 
 " 'Deed, I've not." 
 
 " Then you have thought to keep it as a safeguard in case 
 of anything untoward ? You must be the murderer, for an 
 innocent man would not have taken this precaution." 
 
 " Your ladyship is wrong. The paper is in safety, and 
 though you had never asked it back, not a soul should see 
 it. I am ready to restore it to your ladyship." 
 
 * * When, when ? " asked the baroness eagerly. 
 
 " This evening — shortly — as soon as Dr. Avangour has 
 gone and we can come together again " 
 
 " Then you have it in your cottage, intrusted to your 
 mother ? " 
 
 " Oh, not to my mother, who might have read it. But it's 
 no odds where it is, so long as I promise it to you.^' 
 
 The widow's eyes beamed with delight. The parley of 
 which she had been so afraid turned to her advantage. 
 Calorguen, after having all but extorted it, let himself be 
 questioned like a prisoner. It was she who attacked and he 
 who stood on the defensive. The battle was won, since he 
 offered to laydown his weapon in the writing which gave 
 him a hold on her. Success surpassing her expectation, she 
 felt she ought to be contented. 
 
 *''Tis well," she said gently, as though touched by the 
 sacrifice. " Come into the grounds about nine o'clock this 
 evening, where I shall await you near the gate. After I have 
 that paper I shall be under obligation to you. Meanwhile 
 return to your mother, and tell the doctor to excuse me, as I 
 can find my way home alone. Should he question you, tell 
 him — tell him — anything that comes into your head." 
 
 Calorguen had not come to such a conclusion, and he did 
 not budge. The baroness believed she understood his 
 dallying. 
 
 " But what are you going to do ? " she resumed. " I hate 
 this place and shall leave it for ever. I shall sell the castle, 
 which would always revive frightful memories. You ought 
 to have no more desire than I to stay in Brittany, and if you 
 go to another country, or abroad, which is much bettei, you 
 
The Servant who Dared to Love his Lady 67 
 
 will need money to keep yourself and your mother. Kely 
 on my providing, and, as an earnest, pray take this." 
 
 She drew from her bosom a packet of bank notes, and held 
 them out to the keeper, who went white with wrath. 
 
 " So you do undervalue me ? You surely believe that I 
 asked this hearing to sell you the paper which you are to 
 have free this evening ? " 
 
 "Why else would you not speak out with no bystanders ?" 
 imprudently retorted Lady Houlbecq. 
 
 "Because I wanted to tell you before I went far away that 
 I loved you, and love you still. You know it, though, or you 
 would never have incited me to infamous crime by a written 
 word. Yes, I am going hence — leaving my native land and 
 my mother that I may lessen the torture I undergo in adoring 
 you, but 1 cannot accept alms from you, and I forbid your 
 insulting with money the servant who presumes to love you, 
 to worship you, and who would give his life to prove the 
 greatness of the love he bears to Lady Flavia ! " 
 
CHAPTER XII 
 
 THE FOOTSTEPS OF THE AVENGER 
 
 ** You love me ! " repeated the baroness disdainfully. 
 
 " Don't pretend to be unaware of it, lady. Yes, I do love 
 you, hopelessly — I am not speaking of the social gulf between 
 — but I hope nothing, because you have your chosen " 
 
 ^' That's not true ! " exclaimed Lady Houlbecq. 
 
 " Do you want me to name him ? Shall I tell you the very 
 road he took to enter your rooms — how your husband came 
 upon him by surprise and what he did 1 " 
 
 " Wretch ! 'twas you betrayed him." 
 
 "No — I only longed to kill him. But he would have 
 refused to fight a duel with a gamekeeper, and none but 
 cowards assassinate or betray. Heaven took the punishment in 
 its own hands, and he has died dreadfully — and you let him 
 die because you were afraid of your husband ! " 
 
 " How do you know he is dead ? " 
 
 " I am sure of it. The roofers told me of the job the 
 general set them upon. No more than your servants did 
 they wot of the reason for sealing up that door, and they will 
 never know, but I do ! I know all about the burrow where 
 your husband had your paramour built in, having been all 
 over it, from top to bottom, when the castle was under repair, 
 and I'll answer for it that nobody could get out of it — a living 
 tomb." 
 
 " But he has, though ! " 
 
 " Do you dream so ? Perhaps you will say that the 
 magistrate found nobody when the plate was removed ? 
 You no doubt imagine that the prisoner escaped. Escaped 1 
 
The Footsteps of the Avenger 69 
 
 Good Lord, yes ; but do you know where he escaped to ? He 
 tried to get awaj^, and thought himself sure to succeed, for 
 he knew of a way. He pulJed out a stone which marked th^ 
 opening of a well hole in the hollow of the wall — a well 
 running right down to the ground level. It used to have an 
 outlet at the tower foot, but five years ago that was blocked 
 up . He slipped down into the narrow shaft and found no 
 hole. Most likely he tried to climb up again, but he had no 
 strength for that, and so he lies there — smothered." 
 
 '* Oh, how horrible ! " uttered the hearer in dismay. 
 
 " He is dead, I tell you ; but not, believe me, because I 
 hope to replace him. By all that's holy, I vow to you that 
 after you get your letter you will never more hear of me. 
 I'll take my oath, too, that it was not I who warned your 
 husband. If I knew who was the tell-tale I would name 
 him to you, for it is certainly he who murdered the general. 
 My personal interest would be in handing him over to the 
 police, since I may get into a scrape on accusation. But you 
 would be entangled, too, and though I should be brought to 
 the steps of the scaffold, I would never breathe a word of 
 what I know. There's nothing further to add. To-night, in 
 the grounds, we'll see one another for the last time. Forget 
 me ! as I shall try to forget your ladyship." 
 
 " Dead, dead ! " murmured Lady Houlbecq distractedly. 
 
 " If you doubt, go see the base of the tower, the new 
 masonry stopping up the air-hole, time not having blackened 
 it like the other stones. AVere you to venture to remove 
 them you would find nothing but a dead man. But I advise 
 you to touch nothing, if you hold to hiding the tragedy 
 played in your apartments that November night. No one 
 will ever know it, save the new buyer of the castle, if he 
 should demolish the tower, and that's not likely." 
 
 This time the baroness bent her head under the vengefu^ 
 speech of the man whom she had tried to make an accomplice, 
 and who denied the crime with an energy and an accent of 
 sincerity which seemed to testify to his innocence . She had 
 lost her lover, and she hung on the discretion of Calorguen, 
 
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 who might change his mind, fail to keep the nocturnal tryst, 
 and treasure the note which placed her at his mercy. She 
 could not cheer herself, though she urged that no one had 
 yet thought to accuse either her or him, and that he could not 
 denounce her without ruining himself. Alain of Trigavou 
 was no longer present to defend her or counsel her, and she 
 tremblingly measured the depth into which a criminal passion 
 had impelled her. What was to become of her, alone in the 
 world with her young sister, whom she shunned since the 
 catastrophe in order to avoid her unanswerable questions 1 
 Perhaps she suspected the truth. 
 
 And now she knew that she would never see again this 
 lover who had died uncomplaining for her sake. Heaven 
 had set its hand against them, and she had no right to 
 murmur, so merited was the judgment. It bade her flee 
 from this ill-omened castle for that obscurity in Paris which 
 became a widowhood. There she might obtain oblivion, 
 though she felt that remorse would follow her, and that she 
 would never find peace of mind, condemned to live under the 
 perpetual menace of Pierre Calorguen's treachery. 
 
 " If he be arrested," she mused, shivering, " he will speak 
 out to justify himself, and I shall be lost, even though he 
 keeps his pledge to return me that fatal reward this night. 
 It will be quite enough for him to speak, and he can 
 easily prove that the general did find Alain of Trigavou 
 in my rooms. If he owns that he did fire the shot, what 
 judge will hesitate to believe that I ordered him to slay my 
 husband to save my honour 1 " 
 
 " Your ladyship is silent," observed Calorguen. " Because 
 you cannot disbelieve what I assert. You cannot doubt my 
 promise also to keep absolute silence on the past, come what 
 may. You horrify me, but, none the less, I love you, and 
 I shall die rather than bring that lovely neck under the 
 knife. Farewell — no, good-bye till nine o'clock, when we 
 shall meet again by the lodge gate." 
 
 Colorguen went away without looking back, and Lady 
 Houlbecq made no attempt to detain him. She expected 
 
The Footsteps of the Avenger 71 
 
 nothing additional from him, and was in haste to return to 
 the castle, where she could cast aside the mask of indifference 
 under which, in this momentous conference, she had been 
 strong enough to hide her sorrow and her pain. There she 
 could shut herself up to bemoan her lost one till the hour for 
 the rendezvous. 
 
 ** He will come to it," she reasoned, to give herself courage, 
 " and he will quit the country without anyone suspecting 
 him. So I have nothing to fear, and nobody to trouble me. 
 But Alain is no more, and I shall die of despair." 
 
 She glided from the orchard and disappeared in the woods 
 before Calorguen had rounded the corner of the cottage where 
 he had left the doctor, his mother, and the boy. Dr. Avan- 
 gour, who had remained standing by the window, cried out — 
 " Ha ! I see the justice and the corporal of the gendarmes 
 over there. Strange," he went on. " The Squire left me at 
 the burying-ground to go over to Trigavou to hear his cases. 
 He must have fallen in with the gendarme officer, who 
 induced him to alter his course. But what the mischief do 
 they want here ? " 
 
 " They have a couple of the rank and file with them," added 
 Calorguen, in a low voice, as he pointed to the silver-laced 
 cocked hats glittering in the sun over the orchard hedge. 
 
 " Humph ! " muttered Dr. Avangour, " that's a bad pros- 
 pect for somebody. I hope you ha,ve nothing to fear from 
 these chaps, eh ? " he inquired, drawing Calorguen aside. 
 
 " Nothing, sir, or I should not be waiting for them,' 
 answered the gamekeeper unhesitatingly; "but I would like to 
 entreat your not telling about my lady having been here. 
 They have not seen her, and there's no use in their knowing 
 it." 
 
 " Yery well, I understand," grumbled Dr. Avangour, 
 shaking his head. But, though I hold my tongue, "that 
 mother of yours will speak. If you will take my cue, my lad, 
 you will go and meet the officers, to find out what they want 
 of you, for it is clear they are after you." 
 
 " Let us go," rejoined Calorguen, without wincing. 
 
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 " He shows no fear, which is a good sign," thought the 
 doctor. " And yet his secret talk with the lady of the castle 
 looks very queer. And again his trying to keep her out of 
 this snarl. There is a mystery in it." 
 
 Then the two went forth to meet the law's avengers of 
 blood. 
 
CHAPTER XIII 
 
 THE HAND OF JUSTICE GRASPS A VICTIM 
 
 A FEW steps from the cottage the doctor and the gamekeeper 
 met Squire Miniac and the gendarme officer coming from the 
 opposite direction. The two privates had stopped to guard 
 the orchard gate. The corporal looked triumphant — the 
 magistrate sorrowful. All this promised nothing pleasant. 
 
 " The idea of seeing you again, my friend ! " cried 
 Dr. Avangour. " How about your cases 1 " 
 
 '' Adjourned to the morrow," responded Miniac, " for I 
 have, as you see, come along with Grisaille." 
 
 Corporal Grisaille was a tall, foxy-headed fellow, with an 
 unprepossessing, surly phiz. 
 
 *' Come on business here — what about ? " 
 
 " To interrogate Pierre Calorguen." 
 
 " What has happened ? " 
 
 " Grisaille has received a denunciation, on which I am 
 obliged to act." 
 
 *' Against me ? '^ demanded the keeper steadily. 
 
 " Yes, against you." 
 
 " Let's know more about it." 
 
 " I am going to tell you all ; but had we iiot better go 
 indoors ? " 
 
 Dr. Avangour thought it meet he should intervene. 
 
 " Stop a bit, my friend," said he, firmly. " I divine what 
 is brewing, and, though I cannot allow myself to resist your 
 judicial functions, I must protest against your questioning 
 this honest man in the presence of his mother. I have just 
 left lier, and, you know, she has had a stroke of paralysis, 
 
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 from which I believe she would recover, but a great shock 
 will kill her outright." 
 
 " Yet she must know sooner or later," remonstrated the 
 justice. 
 
 ** Let her know nothing, especially if it comes out, as I 
 believe there will be no reproach on Pierre." 
 
 " I can open the examination here " 
 
 " Out in the open field ? " ejaculated the scandalised 
 corporal. 
 
 " I see no inconvenience in it. The house can be searched 
 afterwards, if there be any occsision for it, all depending on 
 Calorguen's explanation." 
 
 " That is all I ask of you, judge," said the medical gentle- 
 man, " and, as I am no further concerned, I will take my 
 leave." 
 
 "No, no, friend, pray stay. You are not in the way. I 
 may want enlightenment from you. Now, you, Pierre 
 Calorguen, please to answer my questions clearly and.f rankly. ' 
 
 " I am ready, sir," rejoined the gamekeeper perfectly 
 calmly. 
 
 " Did you bear General Houlbecq any ill will 1 " 
 
 " None ! I had rather much to be beholden for, as he 
 was my benefactor. I owe him everything, and would have 
 rushed into the flames for him. I see that I am accused 
 of having killed him. That's shame and all nonsense. My 
 whole life speaks better for me." 
 
 " I know that. But the crime has evidently been the 
 outcome of some spite. Do you suspect^ anybody ? " 
 
 "No one. The general had no enemies, unless the 
 poacher or two punished for being on his estate. But these 
 rogues would rather have had it out with me for having 
 caught them." 
 
 " These men are known. They have been questioned, 
 and all proved alibis, I pass on to the examination of facts. 
 General Houlbecq did not take you with him to Commander 
 Jugon's, over at Lanvollon, on St. Hubert's Day. Why not ? " 
 
 "Because he had set me on the night watch, reckoning that 
 
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 the rough scurf would profit by his absence to have a pop at 
 his deer. Besides, he had no need of me at LanvoUon, as his 
 other keeper had been sent on there ahead." 
 
 " Did you go on this night duty ? " 
 
 " Yes, sir ; I made a round from 10 to 3 a.m., without 
 catching anybody." 
 
 "Did you know that the general returned home at 
 midnight ? " 
 
 " Not till next day, by my mate, whom I ran against, and 
 who told me his master was passing the day along with my 
 lady, who was not at all well." 
 
 " Where did you pass the day 1 " 
 
 " I went up to the house to make my usual noonday 
 report, when I learned that the baron would see nobody. 
 Then I went over to Plumodan Woods to tarn out the traps 
 for weasels. I caught two foxes and brought them back here 
 where little Yvon flayed them, and you can see the pelts if 
 you like." 
 
 " So you did not go into the grounds 1 " 
 
 " I went around them on the outside, and gave some time 
 to a breach in the walls, where there was a fall a month ago, 
 and which my lord meant to have repaired." 
 
 " At what time were you home 'i " 
 
 " About five o'clock. Night was falling. I found Mdlle . 
 de Bourbriac with my mother, as you can hear from her." 
 
 "You did not hear any gun go off?" 
 
 "No, sir. Nor did the young lady." 
 
 " Still you did pass near the house ? " 
 
 " The high wind was from me. Our young lady went away 
 almost instantly. I was fairly done up. So T tucked my 
 supper in sharp and went straight to sleep. Nobody came 
 over from the castle to tell me, and I never knew of my 
 master's death till my waking." 
 
 All the responses were naturally made and without any 
 hesitation. The look of the questioner and the doctor 
 showed Calorguen that he had won his case. But the gen- 
 darm e did not appear to be gained over, for he had not lost 
 
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 his suspicious mien, and two or three times he curled his lips 
 scornfully. 
 
 " Very clear explanation,'' remarked Squire Miniac. " But 
 it is now the moment to inform you that a witness affirms to 
 having seen you at a quarter to five take your gun from under 
 a clump of gorse, where it was hidden at the skirt of the 
 wood, and slip into the grounds by the park gate, which was 
 ajar. Only an instant after the shot was fired." 
 
 "How is it the witness with such sharp eyes was not 
 sharp enough to grab me ? " sneered Calorguen. 
 
 *' He says he believed you were only shooting a rabbit, so 
 he went on his way. But this very day he remembered 
 what he had seen, and he gave evidence before the corporal.' 
 
 "A false witness ! Who is he ? Just confront him with 
 me ! " 
 
 " It is Jean Baptiste Pillemer, the farmer at La Hunau- 
 daie.'' 
 
 " I might have guessed that. The man hates me." 
 ■ " For what reason 1 " 
 
 " I hardly know — perhaps because his master always had 
 a grudge against me since the time I informed my lord that 
 the old Count of Triga.vou had trees felled on the estate after 
 he had sold it. There was a wrangle about that. The young 
 lord -denied it, but they would have suffered for it, only my 
 own lord did not care to go to law." 
 
 '* Then you assert that Pillemer lies. It will cost him dear 
 if you can disprove him, for the law is severe against false 
 witness. But I find it hard to believe that he would invent 
 the detail of the gun hidden in the gorse." 
 
 For the first time since Squire Miniac put him in the box, 
 Calorguen seemed disconcerted. After an instant's hesitation 
 he said — 
 
 " That is so far true that I had put down my gun — not 
 hidden it, mind ! — on the edge of the wood, for it was in the 
 way of my measuring the breach with a foot-rule I carried. 
 But I was not ten minutes in doing all that, and when I got 
 through I found the gun in the very spot where I placed it. 
 
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 Was Pillemer spying me up in a tree ? I cannot say that is 
 so, but I am inclined to think it." 
 
 " Is yours a double-barrelled gun 1 " asked the justice. 
 
 " Yes, your worship ; a central fire, a nice piece, as good 
 for fur as feather. My lord bought it for me last year in 
 town." 
 
 " Was it loaded with ball '? " 
 
 "Always on night duty. I remember now that after my 
 first charging it I did not think of drawing the cartridges." 
 
 '' Then they would still be in it ? " 
 
 ^* Of course they would. Would you like to see it ? It 
 hangs over the fireplace." 
 
 " Grisaille, just go and fetch it." 
 
 " I beg your pardon, friend," spoke the doctor. " You con- 
 sented to not disturbing my patient yourself, but it would 
 frighten her a great deal worse for her to see the corporal's 
 uniform. Do you mind my going in for the gun? At the 
 same time I will tranquillise the good creature, who must 
 wonder what has become of us." 
 
 " Do so," answered Squire Miniac, checking the zealous 
 Grisaille, who was already marching off. 
 
 Dr. Avangour hastened to profit by the permission. 
 
 "Can you really believe me guilty 1 " said Calorguen 
 sorrowfully, on being left alone with the magistrate, for he 
 did not consider the corporal as anybody. 
 
 " I do not think at all — I only seek to learn — that's my 
 duty. But I hope with all my heart that you will get out of 
 this affair." 
 
 This laconic reply was not of a nature to reassure Calorguen, 
 who comprehended at once the full gravity of his situation. 
 
 The doctor returned with quite an armoury, the fowling- 
 piece, hunting rifle and revolver. 
 
 " Here's ail I could find," he said. " Have you any other 
 arms % " 
 
 " Nothing but my cavalry sword." 
 
 " That is not in question. Corporal, it is your place to 
 examine the firearn^s." 
 
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 Grisaille wanted no pressing. He began with the gun. 
 
 " Halloa ! " he cried, as he extracted the shell of a car- 
 tridge. " One shot has been fired." 
 
 " It is not possible," stammered the gamekeeper. 
 
 " These gentlemen see for themselves. The other is there 
 unfired. That explains itself, one shot having killed the 
 general. This gun has not long been fired, for the left 
 barrel is still black with powder." 
 
 He showed his soiled finger to the magistrate. 
 
 " What have you to say 1 " demanded the latter, sternly. 
 
 " Nothing," replied Calorguen, confounded. 
 
 " Do you acknowledge, then, that you made use of the 
 gun?" 
 
 " Not I, but another. I swear that it was not me ! Why, 
 I, in that case, would have cleaned it out and put in a fresh 
 cartridge." 
 
 " That is an argument for your legal defender to advance. 
 If you have nothing stronger to allege in your defence I must 
 request you to accompany the corporal to Dinan, where the 
 government attorney will dispose of you. I will allow you to 
 say good-bye to your mother." 
 
 "Never mind. I would rather she believed me dead. 
 Let us march away." 
 
 Dr. Avangour felt that his intervention this time would 
 be of no avail. He sadly shook Justice Miniac's hand and let 
 him go away, with the gendarmes escorting their prisoner. 
 Then he returned towards the cottage, where he had left the 
 old woman napping. 
 
 "Deuce take me if I know how to explain her son's 
 absence," he mused. " And I only wish that was all that 
 worried me. But there is Lady Houlbecq. This luckless 
 fellow has killed the general because he loved his mistress — 
 that's clear as day. She knows as much, and I'll wager that 
 she is longing to see me up at the castle to tell her the 
 news of what happened after her departure. Now, what can 
 I say ? Hang it all ! " concluded the prudent doctor, " I shall 
 go to Dinan without seeing her at all." 
 
CHAPTEK XIV 
 
 THE sister's revelation 
 
 In a month after the general's death, his widow and her 
 sister sat together in a parlour of their winter residence in 
 Friedland Avenue, Paris. They had been in the city three 
 weeks. After early agitation a period of what was relative 
 calm had succeeded, which Lady Houlbecq all the more 
 enjoyed as she feared it would soon come to an end. 
 
 She had left Trigavou three days after the funeral so 
 precipitately that her departure resembled a flight. 
 
 Calorguen had not come to the appointment for a good 
 reason. <• She had waited a couple of hours in her ignorance 
 of his arrest, the doctor having avoided an explanation and 
 the servants not repeating it in her hearing till the morning. 
 There were no particulars, and the cause was not known, but 
 everyone suspected it. All that came out was that the 
 gendarmes had taken Calorguen over to Dinan, where the 
 high court had ordered him to be imprisoned. 
 
 Here was ample to render Lady Houlbecq uneasy, not more 
 than half relying on the keeper as she did, and very little 
 would have turned her from going to Paris into embarking 
 at Saint Malo on the steamer for Jersey. But second 
 thoughts had told her that to sail for a foreign land would 
 have been almost avowing her guiltiness. 
 
 She was puzzled, too, whether Vivette would consent to 
 follow her, and what would become of Vivette if she 
 remained alone in France. What would her sister think — 
 what the world — of this inexplicable casting off of family 
 ties 1 
 
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 All these considerations would not have hampered the 
 baroness if her lover had been in England or coming there to 
 join her, for then she would have led that independent life 
 with him which she had longed for. Had she not proposed 
 it to the Count of Trigavou ? Before the crime was she not 
 ready to brave the scandal of a noisy rupture and her 
 husband's anger 1 But Alain was dead, smothered in a loath- 
 some well, as Calorguen had stated, and this she could not 
 dispute. The best proof of that was that no one had seen 
 him since that fatal night. 
 
 Farmer Pillemer believed and said that his master had 
 suddenly gone to Paris, but he had not been seen there. 
 
 Lady Houlbecq had made inquiries herself at the house in 
 Miromesnil Street, where he had rooms, but the housekeeper 
 was without any news. Besides, were Alain living, he would 
 have shown himself, or at least written, to relieve his beloved 
 of frightful anguish. 
 
 Flavia therefore hoped no more to see him, and naught 
 remained of this mad amour but the painful memory and the 
 fear of paying dearly for the guilty folly. Calorguen had 
 sworn to keep silent, and he had done this so far, but would 
 he stand true to the end when he could extenuate the crime, 
 though not clear himself, by proving that he was incited by 
 his mistress ? And even though he maintained a heroic 
 muteness, might not the accusatory writing be found ? If not 
 in the gamekeeper's house, probably doomed to be searched, 
 it would be under some custodian who might hand it over to 
 the magistrate to free himself of responsibility. 
 
 Therefore Lady Houlbecq fretted in mortal dread, and 
 durst not even write to Dr. Avangour for news about the 
 gamekeeper's case, still less to her steward and gardener — the 
 man left in trust at the castle. 
 
 The neighbouring gentry were not sufficiently her associates 
 for her to open a correspondence with them. The result of 
 all this was that the baroness remained uninformed, for 
 Vivette's intelligence from Mother Calorguen was scanty and 
 indirect, from her inability to write. Since her son s arrest" 
 
The Sister's Bevelation 81 
 
 she had taken to her bed and hardly ever spoken — at which 
 the widow was not sorry, for this sorrow-stricken mother 
 might have said something dangerous. Little Yvon, half an 
 idiot, was not to be reckoned with. Dr. Avangour was 
 discreet by his character and profession, and the baroness 
 might trust to his making no mention of her being found 
 wandering around the gamekeeper's cottage, and having a long 
 talk with him in the orchard. 
 
 On that side, no danger. 
 
 Calorguen was at Dinan, where the case was being built 
 up, with nothing leaking out of what occurred in the prison 
 and the judge's closet. 
 
 Lady Houlbecq could do nothing but wait for events. 
 
 Her sister was the cause of thought. Vivette could not 
 have forgotten the brief, animated scene interrupted by the 
 arrival of the waiting-woman, and it would have been natural 
 for Vivette to remind her elder of it. But ever since Vivette 
 had not alluded to the singular episode, or to the no less 
 singular proposition of the baroness that she should harbour 
 a man in her rooms. Yet, like everything else, she could not 
 be ignorant of the metal plate nailed over the door and taken 
 off again some hours subsequently. Still, Vivette offered no 
 allusion to this either. Had she divined the secret which 
 the general had carried with him into the grave and Pierre 
 Calorguen had vowed to keep as well ? 
 
 Flavia was tempted to believe this, for Vivette hardly 
 spoke to her now, plunged into a dark sorrow for which the 
 general's tragic death did not wholly account. 
 
 Formerly gay and active, she ceased to smile and never 
 went out of doors. Flavia reasoned that her sister, with all 
 her surmises, could not suspect the man to be saved was the 
 Count of Trigavou, and as nobody had been found in the 
 tower, she further hoped that Vivette would never ask for 
 an explanation of the facts preceding and following the 
 crime. 
 
 The sisters lived like recluses. On their arrival in the 
 city numbers of letters of condolence and avalanches of card^ 
 
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 had been received, but all callers had been pitilessly excluded. 
 They had no near-of-kin, as the aunt who brought them up 
 died three years ago. And their previous acquaintances had 
 become indifferent to them. 
 
 One man alone had ever interested Flavia, and he had 
 disappeared for ever. Yivette had never shown preference 
 for any one, and so the isolation must have appeared less 
 painful to her. 
 
 The baroness had seen only her Paris solicitor, who had 
 come to read the will to her, a long while in his safe, by 
 which Baron Houlbecq constituted his relict the universal 
 legatee on condition of paying over to Mdlle. Yivette de 
 Bourbriac a sum equal to that he had given Flavia as a 
 marriage portion. Had he revoked this on the day of his 
 death, as his widow feared, in the writing sent to his solicitor 
 at Dinan 1 Six weeks having elapsed without hearing from 
 that gentleman, she began to believe that the baron had only 
 modified his original intention, perhaps merely increasing 
 the donation to his sister-in-law without disinheriting his 
 wife. 
 
 She had so pressed on the transfer of the legacy that the 
 funds were already paid into Yivette's account at the 
 general's bankers. She had hurried this operation because 
 she had made up her mind not to live any longer with her 
 sister. 
 
 Yivette was near her majority, and possessed an indepen- 
 dent fortune now. Consequently she could renounce her 
 elder's guardianship and live where she liked and marry a 
 husband of her own choice, unless she preferred to preserve 
 her freedom. 
 
 This separation pleased Flavia for more than one reason. 
 
 To begin with, there was this cloud between them, one that 
 the baroness did not strive to pierce. Besides, the latter had 
 come round again to her early idea of living abroad, since 
 nothing more bound her to France. Her heart was empty, her 
 life aimless, and Paris was becoming as hateful as Brittany. 
 And she ill assented to this vacation when her heart was not 
 
The Sister's Eev elation 83 
 
 dead, and there's much to occupy a woman even after five- 
 and-thirty. 
 
 But, before she took a final decision she meant to have an 
 explanation with her sister. 
 
 One December day early they were sitting at the fire 
 opposite one another. 
 
 Vivette, more silent than ever, was working a crochet bed- 
 spread for Pierre Calorguen's mother, and kept her eyes down 
 on her taper fingers toiling with unparalleled activity so that 
 the work advanced rapidly. But it was clear her thoughts 
 were wool-gathering for quite another end. Her watchful 
 sister judged this the hour to break the ice. 
 
 " What are you thinking of ? " she challenged her 
 abruptly. 
 
 The girl started and looked up, blushing as though caught 
 in some fault. 
 
 " Why are you troubled ? " continued the other. " My 
 question is quite natural. You are so sad that I am fretting 
 to know the cause. You may answer me that you can never 
 console yourself for our loss. I, too, bewail our excellent 
 benefactor, but, at your age, nothing but a love disappoint- 
 ment causes profound grief. Are you then in love with some 
 one ? " 
 
 " No," murmured Vivette, " and I am sure that no one 
 will ever love me." 
 
 " Don't talk nonsense, sister mine ! You have naturally 
 all that one needs to captivate, and you are quite a wealthy 
 woman since my husband's legacy. You may make an 
 excellent alliance. If you have singled out some distinguished 
 gentleman, you do wrong to hide the matter from me, for, 
 wishing you to be wed as soon as possible, I would help you. 
 You can understand why I wish your speedy union when I 
 tell you that it is my fixed intention to leave France without 
 any idea of returning. It will pain me much to leave you 
 here, but this must be." 
 
 Lady Houlbecq thought her sister would make a scene, 
 entreat her to remain, beg to follow her, or at any rate 
 
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 inquire the reason for this radical resolution. LadyHoulbecq 
 was altogether wrong. Vivette received the news without'a 
 quiver and remarked coldly — 
 " You will do well to go." 
 
 riavia turned paler, saying to herself — " She knows all ! " 
 But she had the power to conquer her emotion and proceed : 
 " I am glad to hear your approval. You are reason itself. 
 And since you do not see any hindrance, I shall go as soon 
 as I shall have settled what business has so far detained me. 
 Trigavou Castle and the estate are for sale. This house will 
 also be offered. My man of business assures me that they 
 will all be disposed of before the year's end. But what are 
 you going to do ? " 
 
 " I shall keep rooms here, but I shall buy a little place in 
 Brittany to spend most of my time." 
 
 " In Brittany ? " 
 
 " Yes, in the district where I have my poor people to look 
 after." 
 
 " What strange notions you have ! Such a partner as I 
 covet for you will never look for you on the heaths of 
 Trigavou." 
 
 " No more than in Paris. He does not think of me." 
 
 " Ah ! then there is a lover 1 " 
 
 " A beloved, who never paid me the least attention, though 
 I have often met him." 
 
 " Some one I know, then ? '' 
 
 "Oh, yes." 
 
 " Why have you never pointed him out to me ] " 
 
 " Because I did not wish him to know that I cared for 
 him. You might have given him a hint." 
 
 " One you love still 1 " 
 
 " I am trying to forget him." 
 
 " That is wrong, if he is an eligible partner." 
 
 " Perfectly — in age, rank, fortune about the same — all just 
 meet." 
 
 " And you Iiave long been seeing him ? " inquired Flavia, 
 singularly moved, 
 
The Sister's Bevelation 85 
 
 ** Since the beginning of summer." 
 
 " But as we left town " 
 
 "Oh, he came down in the country also. He was our 
 neighbour, and it was his own pleasure that he did not come 
 frequently to our house." 
 
 " His name, his name ! " cried Lady Houlbecq. " I must 
 know that ! " 
 
 " Why should I not tell you, my sister — you alone ? 'Tis 
 the Count of Trigavou." 
 
CHAPTEE XV 
 
 HIS HEROISM A SHAM, LIKE HIS LOVE 
 
 Alain ! it was Alain of Trivagou whom Flavia's sister loved ! 
 
 Struck to the heart by this unexpected avowal, the widow 
 turned pale and leaned back voiceless. Memories flocked in 
 upon her suddenly. Only a few hours before his death she 
 remembered that the general had joked his sister-in-law 
 upon the preference he accused her of entertaining for the 
 Count of Trigavou, and that the blushing girl had but 
 faintly defended herself. What Lady Houlbecq had taken 
 for bitter jesting on her husband's part from an endeavour 
 to disquiet her on her lover's fidelity was the truth, uttered 
 without his knowing it was so. He had spoken at random and 
 had hit the mark. Vivette loved Alain and now ventured to 
 tell her. At least here was the proof that she had never 
 suspected she had ensnared their neighbour. 
 
 But in spite of this assurance on the one hand, up sprang 
 a dull rage into her brain at the mere thought that she might 
 have had a rival. Flavia ran on so far in her fancy as to 
 fear that had Alain lived to this day, Yivette would perchance 
 have won him away from her, and for the possibility she 
 cursed Yivette. 
 
 With one word she might have repaid her for this pain ; 
 she had only to say, " Your beloved is dead," but Yivette 
 would not be content with a bald statement. And the ex- 
 planation could not be given without relating what occurred 
 in my lady's chamber on that awful St. Hubert's night. 
 
 She had the self-command to repress the outburst on her 
 lips and to question her sister, instead of wringing her heart 
 
His Heroism a ShaTUf Like his Love 87 
 
 with the news that Alam of Trigavou would be seen no more 
 among men. 
 
 There were other reasons for so acting. Already she 
 suspected that Vivette's confession was not complete, and she 
 wished to learn the full growth of the flame springing up in 
 that young heart. The count must have perceived it, and the 
 baroness believed him quite capable of encouraging it by 
 some of those masculine arts which too often captivate in- 
 experienced maidens. He could not be punished out of this 
 world, but she would willingly be revenged on Yivette. She 
 cursed her already ; she thirsted for an excuse to make the 
 guileless pay for the guilty, 
 
 " Well, it seems to me you have not set your choice badly," 
 she commenced after a long pause.' " The Count of Trigavou 
 is an accomplished gentleman, and I am astonished that you 
 should have so long concealed your selecting him. Had you 
 told me I should have approved your choice." 
 
 " What was the good of telling you ? I repeat that he 
 never paid me the least attention." 
 
 " You may mistake on that point. Last winter you waltzed 
 with him every time you met at a ball, and he has often 
 spoken of you to me." 
 
 " Keally ? " ejaculated Mdlle. de Bourbriac, with a vivacity 
 leaving no doubt on the state of her heart. 
 
 " He eulogized you so warmly that I almost expected leave 
 formally to pay you his addresses," replied Lady Houlbecq, 
 perfidiously. " How was it you did not discover you delighted 
 him ] You are silent. Be frank and admit that, though he 
 may not have actually framed a proposal, he let you at least 
 perceive the tender feeling you had inspired." 
 
 " Well, once, maybe — " faltered Yivette. 
 
 " Yes ; where — when ? " 
 
 "At a ball. Lady Sartilly's — the last of last winter's — as 
 we were about going down into Brittany. As he led me back 
 to my place after a long waltz he told me that he could not 
 have consoled himself at my departure, but he had the hope 
 to see me soon again at Trigavou. That he would do all he 
 
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 could to bring that about, though your husband did not 
 appear over-desirous of receiving him; that, in the hope of 
 obtaining invitations to the castle, he would go in for hunt- 
 ing, though he detested it. In short, that evening I might 
 readily believe that he had a fondness for me." 
 
 " How did you answer him "? " 
 
 *' Not at all. I was too confused." 
 
 *' And did you not see him again in Brittany ? " 
 
 " You know he came once a year to pay the general the 
 call of courtesy. I was not at home and he did not appear 
 with our regular visitors. Later, attending my charitable 
 charges, I sometimes happened to see him at a distance, and 
 I thought he tried to draw near and speak to me, but I was 
 frightened and slipped away.'' 
 
 "Frightened of what?" 
 
 " Of letting him see that I loved him." 
 
 "I had no idea you were so timid," remarked Lady Houl- 
 becq, with poorly disguised gall. " You will get rid of this 
 defect in time. And since you intend living near Trigavou, 
 as soon as I leave the country, you will have plenty of 
 chances to meet your idol. Marry him ; 'tis the very boon I 
 wish you." 
 
 The tone was so unmistakable that Yivette comprehended 
 that her sister was making fun of her. Tears sprang to her 
 eyes and the colloquy suddenly ended. 
 
 It was Flavia who had originated this colloquy, so full of 
 surprises, and she had carried it on to the actual point. She 
 might much sooner have obtained these sincere confidences 
 by questioning Yivette, and she already regretted having 
 obtained what wounded her deeply. She had learnt that the 
 lover whom she worshipped to the point of sacrificing her 
 reputation and repose was impudently courting one sister at 
 the very time when the other was braving so many dangers 
 to keep stolen interviews. 
 
 What were men worth when this one thus betrayed his 
 trustful darling ? 
 
 And with what design was he ensnaring a girl who might 
 
His Heroism a Sham, Like his Lorn 89 
 
 be his by wedlock, this villain who offered so many excuses 
 when she suggested her running away with him to be married 
 eventually abroad ? 
 
 He was dead ; yes, but not in the way his dupe believed. 
 He had not resigned himself to support the tortures of famine 
 and he had not dared to brave a husband's sword. On the 
 contrary, he had tried to sneak away and had almost gaily 
 submitted to be sealed up in the tower because he believed 
 it certain he could slip out by a channel known to himself 
 alone. His heroism was a sham like his love, a mere shift to 
 escape the dread wrath of the general. 
 
CHAPTER XVI 
 
 A DIRGE OP DEATH FROM BEYOND THE SEA 
 
 There was assuredly good grounds for Alain's depreciation 
 in Lady Houlbecq's eyes. By degrees she cast off her illu- 
 sions and began already to regret having so much admired 
 him. But she had not got so far as to regret loving him, and 
 still in her heart lingered a wish that she could see him 
 again. 
 
 Out of these reflections she was roused by her sister's 
 voice. 
 
 " No," said Yivette, slowly, " I shall never wed the Count 
 of Trigavou, and it is not to meet him that I am going back 
 to Brittany. It would be distasteful to marry near where 
 your husband was wickedly done to death." 
 
 "A death that will be avenged," muttered the other 
 gloomily. " They have arrested the assassin." 
 
 " In Pierre Calorguen ? No, he is innocent." 
 
 " What do you know about it ?" 
 
 " He will prove it." 
 
 " I hope so, as much as you, more perhaps, but I do not 
 believe he can clear himself. Appearances are against him." 
 
 " Heaven will intervene." 
 
 *' Heaven ! " reiterated the baroness bitterly. " It did not 
 intervene to prevent the crime. If this gamekeeper is inno- 
 cent, who is guilty ? " 
 
 " I do not know, but I shall try to find out." 
 
 " Is that why you are going down there ? " 
 
 " For that, and to take care of a mother deprived of her 
 son." 
 
A Dirge of Death from Beyond the Sea 91 
 
 " I approve. But this is no reason for you to remain life- 
 long unwed." 
 
 " I am not sworn to that." 
 
 " Oh, you would not refuse a suitable match 1 " 
 
 "Not one that would please me.'' 
 
 " Then would you marry our Cousin Olivier 1 " 
 
 "I do not know, but I might in course of time." 
 
 " She's fencing," thought Lady Houlbecq. " She loves 
 Alain more than ever, and she would only marry another 
 out of spite." 
 
 "That's a far cry, though," observed Vivette. "Olivier 
 is in China, thousands of miles off, and may never come 
 back." 
 
 " He has come back. He has obtained a year's leave, and 
 reached Paris yesterday. I had a line from him this morn- 
 ing, answering a call at two o'clock this very day. I did not 
 interid to be at home to him, but if you care to see him " 
 
 " Do just as you please." 
 
 " Olivier is of our family. He is handsome ; has a little 
 more money than you ; is only thirty, though already a first 
 lieutenant, promotion being rapid in war times " 
 
 " I think nothing but good of him, but I do not know 
 what he thinks of me." 
 
 " Mark my words ! Before sailing on this voyage, which 
 has kept him three years away, he declared plainly to me 
 that he would have no other wife than you. He would have 
 told you the same, but there was no time on the eve of 
 sailing. He was not sure of ever coming back, and it was 
 not a favourable moment. But he promised to ask for your 
 hand on his return, if you were still free and had no dislike 
 for him. And he's a gentleman of his word. I have never 
 known a more reliable man. Therefore it depends on you 
 to have the wedding in a month — — " 
 
 " I'm in no such haste." 
 
 " But the gentleman is, and small blame to him, for you 
 might, notwithstanding what you say, let your flame for my 
 Lord of Trigavou revive." 
 
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 " There's no fear of that. I know my own heart and I can 
 rule myself." 
 
 "You are a lucky woman," returned Flavia, ironically. 
 " So you give up the whim to plant yourself in Brittany ? " 
 
 " I shall see about it. In any case, I do not give up the 
 intention to take a trip there very soon. Will you not your- 
 self be obliged to go there shortly ? " 
 
 " I hope not. There's no call. The sale of the castle can 
 be managed without me." 
 
 " I dare say, but do you not think that if our unhappy 
 Calorguen is brought to trial justice will require your 
 testimony ? " 
 
 " I ? What an idea ! " murmured Lady Houlbecq, visibly 
 affected. " I have no evidence to give ; I know nothing." 
 
 ** But you were present when your husband was shot ; he 
 fell at your very feet. Do you cheat yourself into the belief 
 that you will not be summoned 1 " 
 
 " But they have questioned me." 
 
 " Just as they did me and all the servants. But you alone 
 were on the scene of the shocking murder. You will have 
 to describe it all over again to the jury." 
 
 " I shall not ! I will write an excuse to the bench of 
 judges. They never can force me to appear in court whilst 
 trying my husband's murderer. I will tender written 
 evidence, if that is compulsory, but as to a personal 
 appearance ' ' 
 
 She was interrupted by Franpois, the former valet of 
 General Houlbecq. He showed his face at the door to ask 
 in a low voice if her ladyship was at home to Lieutenant 
 Olivier Derquy. 
 
 " Oh, show him in ! " said the baroness, enchanted at this 
 diversion cutting short risky discourse. 
 
 FrauQois had scarcely more than time to step aside, for 
 the naval cousin was at his heels, and rushed in like a cyclone, 
 saying— 
 
 " It's well I knew that you would not cool my heels at the 
 door. You would not turn away your nearest relative fresh 
 
A Dirge of Death fro7ri Beyorid the Sea 93 
 
 from Formosa. How d'ye do, Cousin Flavia ? How are you, 
 Vivette, my coz 1 " 
 
 He offered his hands, which were both promptly taken 
 and heartily shaken, for our young seadog was winsome 
 generally, and there was no sulkiness that could stand 
 against his dash. Lady Houlbecq, indeed, tried hard to 
 assume a befitting air, but the lieutenant said — 
 
 " YeSj yes, I know, the poor old don is gone ! I heard of 
 it on landing at Toulon. Queer thing, life is. When I gave 
 him good-bye on starting for Tonkin, he said, with a laugh, 
 that we should most likely never meet again, meaning that 
 I should never turn up at the muster. The fact is, I had 
 many opportunities of leaving my bones thereaway, and yet 
 the old buck takes the lead, you see. How can we help it 1 
 No man's skin is shot-proof to a scoundrel in ambush, who 
 brings you down like a rabbit, and there must be a better 
 reason than the inevitable to fret and grieve, eh, Flavia ? 
 But now let's talk about yourself — yourselves — that will be 
 an agreeable subject." 
 
 "Not much more cheerful, my dear Olivier," rejoined 
 Lady Houlbecq. " We have passed a month in tears and 
 repining," 
 
 "You shall weep no more, since I am on deck. I 
 promise to enliven you, for I reckon on you receiving me 
 every day. I have some of the merriest tales to tell you of 
 John Chinaman." 
 
 Vivette looked at the good-natured young gentleman, who 
 returned jollier and more reckless than ever through many a 
 danger and fatigue. His bearing and his speech seemed to 
 her rather unseemly at this juncture, but she could not help 
 liking him none the less. 
 
 " We'll chat about China, Cochin China, old China, or any 
 China you like," he resumed, " but, before we begin on that, 
 let me have done with all churchyard subjects. Just imagine 
 that I have newly learnt of the death of an acquaintance of 
 mine, and of yours too, cousins, one of your best partners in 
 the waltz, my dear Flavia, and one of your rural neighbours^" 
 
94 The Condemned Door 
 
 " Of whom are you speaking 1 " demanded Lady Houlbecq, 
 quietly. 
 
 " Of the former proprietor of Trigavou, of course, of our 
 dear Count Alain, so jolly a table companion and so good a 
 fellow," responded Derquy. 
 
 " Dead ! " murmured the girl. " Count Trigavou dead ! 
 It cannot be." 
 
 " What ! did you not know it 1 You must allow that it is 
 strange to have the news from a man fresh from the 
 Antipodes." 
 
 " But how did you learn that ? " 
 
 " In the simplest way. Yesterday I got back and came 
 down here to find the door closed. I was put off till the 
 morrow. Twenty-four hours without seeing you seemed 
 hard, and the time did hang heavy. No mate of mine in 
 town, though I spied around the Helder Cafe at the very hour 
 when everybody comes for his bitters. Then I thought of 
 that trump Trigavou, who had made me a pro tern, member 
 of his club before my embarkation. I went round to see 
 him. He was not there ; but they gave me his address. 
 No. 19, Miromesnil Street. There the doorkeeper declared 
 that he had no news of him, and that nobody down in the 
 country knew what had become of him. Since a month he 
 had vanished, and as he had gone without his traps and with 
 little money, none doubt that he had been made away with. 
 Our dear old Brittany must have sadly altered since I went 
 away that men can be knocked over the head as easily as 
 under the Black Flags. And you were ignorant of this 
 mishap, my cousins 1 " 
 
 " I knew," remarked Flavia, " that the Count of Trigavou 
 had suddenly quitted the farm where he lived a few miles 
 from the castle. I understand that he often absented him- 
 self for rather long periods without warning, and nothing 
 proves that he is dead." 
 
 The expression on her face contradicted her words, and 
 Vivette, reading in her sister's eyes, turned so pale that the 
 naval officer stepped up nearer and asked her what ailed her. 
 
A Dirge of Death from Beyond the Sea 95 
 
 "Nothing," faltered Yivette. "Since my brother-in-law 
 died I have been nervous, and I so little expected to hear 
 
 further bad news that " 
 
 " Excuse me for having uttered it so abruptly. I was con- 
 fident that you knew it, and, besides, I believed that poor 
 Trigavou was not an intimate friend. I remember that he 
 displeased the general. I never knew why, for he was a 
 charming fellow, a trifle conceited, T grant, but very amiable 
 and obliging. He was once my second in a duel, and I have 
 been most grateful to him ever after. Such services are not 
 soon forgotten, don't you know." 
 
 Derquy might have run on a long time without check from 
 his cousins, who were not heeding him. Less troubled than 
 her sister, because the lieutenant told her nothing she did 
 not already know. Lady Houlbecq watched Vivette restraining 
 her tears with difficulty, and took a cruel pleasure in seeing 
 her suffer who would have been her rival had Trigavou 
 lived. 
 
 She said to herself that he would perhaps have cast her off 
 for Yivette, and she almost felt consoled for losing him. 
 
 Greatly surprised at the effect his intelligence had pro- 
 duced, Derquy vaguely felt that he had blundered, and he 
 sought to repair the fault. 
 
CHAPTEK XVII 
 
 THE STING FROM THE GRAVE 
 
 " I SEEM born to commit nothing but folly," cried Derquy, 
 beating his forehead. " And I am not cured by three years' 
 practice with great guns ! I have clean lost the art of tact 
 and discernment. But this shan't happen any more, I 
 promise you ; and from fear I may go on babbling athwart 
 the due course, I'll resign the speaking-trumpet to your 
 ladyship. Flavia, you must have a mass of news for one 
 arriving from the most outlandish climes, and knowing 
 nothing. Post me up to date, as the supercargoes say. I am 
 a blank from when I said farewell in 1881, as I left for 
 Tonkin." 
 
 " I have not forgotten your parting," answered the baroness, 
 " and could repeat what you said — aye, word for word." 
 
 *' So you may," returned the officer, laughing. "I should 
 even be infinitely glad to profit by the fact of Cousin Vivette 
 being by to hear the report of our conversation." 
 
 " I'm quite willing, if you hold the same ideas." 
 
 " I hope you don't suspect my having changed. "We have 
 known one another since infancy, and you must be aware that 
 the least of my faults is stubbornness, like a true born 
 Breton." 
 
 "Precisely what I was telling Vivette when jou dropped 
 in." 
 
 " May I know what she answered ? " 
 
 ** Ask her that yourself, cousin dear ! " 
 
 " Ask her that myself ? Not I ; I fear too much to get a 
 downright refusal* I prefer for the time to simply lay down 
 
The Sting from the Grave 97 
 
 the situation. Kindly hear me out, Cousin Vivette, whilst I 
 present myself as Olivier Derquy, nine-and-twenty years of 
 age six months ago, a first lieutenant since a year. My 
 mother was a Bourbriac, a sister of your father. We are 
 therefore cousins german. Our surgeon on the Bayard man- 
 o'-war calls this a barrier, and all through my campaign made 
 my life burdensome with lectures on the danger of consan- 
 guineous marriages. All I can do is hope you do not share 
 the notions of this pessimistic wiseacre. Now that you have 
 my standing defined, civil and naval, I pass to the supple- 
 mentary items. My father left me a capital of five hundred 
 thousand francs, into which I have made no serious breach. 
 I was too deeply in love with the girl I left behind me to be 
 a spendthrift." 
 
 "Vivette has a hundred and fifty thousand francs herself 
 i.ow," interrupted Lady Houlbecq. 
 
 " How's that ? " asked Derquy, frowning. " I thought she 
 had next to nothing." 
 
 " She was no richer than I when I married, but the generaJ 
 settled that sum on her in an old will." 
 " The deuce he did? " grumbled the lieutenant. 
 "That seems to vex you," resumed the bai*oness with a 
 questioning smile. 
 
 " I confess it does a little. I have always hated to be 
 thought a fortune-hunter, and I looked to wed a portionless 
 girl." 
 
 " But, cousin dear, Vivette has far less money than you." 
 " Still it's too much. However, it is no fault of mine, and 
 poverty is not compulsory. I now touch upon my prospects. I 
 like my profession, in which I have made my niark. If Yellow 
 Jack or a bullet does not strike me oflf the pay list, I may 
 be a captain a few years off, and an admiral at fifty. Splendid 
 post that, and I should be proud of it. But 1 love my cousin 
 even better than my career, and, if Vivette exacts it, I'll send 
 in my resignation without any regret, to marry her. That's 
 my programme, as those frauds, the members of the House, 
 say, who higgled and h^s^gled over our pay for pitching into 
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98 The Condemned Door 
 
 the Emperor of the Mandarins. I wait yotir rejoinder, and 
 will reply." 
 
 This uncommon declaration displeased Yivette less than a 
 regular proposal directly offered. Frankness glowed on the 
 loyal seaman's face as he promised without hesitation to 
 renounce glory, cocked hats, and gold epaulets all for her. 
 She felt that happiness dwelt in a union with a man who 
 would consecrate his life to her, and yet she hung back from 
 saying yes. Though the Count of Trigavou was dead, his 
 memory still flourished in Yivette's mind. First love is not 
 so fleeting in a maiden's thoughts, and Alain retained his 
 place. But, understanding that she was bound to speak, she 
 answered in an agitated voice : 
 
 ** I had no idea, cousin, that you would go ahead so fast. 
 Flavia told me that you fondly thought of me, and I do not 
 forbid her telling you what reply I made." 
 
 " I prefer to learn it from your own lips, my dear Yivette," 
 Said the naval ofiicer quickly. 
 
 " Well, I answered her that 1 would be happy and honoured 
 by your wedding me. But I cannot think of a wedding 
 whilst there is mourning in the house." 
 
 " Oh, I can wait — I have a year's leave." 
 
 "And then again," went on Yivette sadly, "I have a 
 mission to fulfil." 
 
 " Diplomatic 1 " queried Derquy, laughing. 
 
 " A holy one which I have put upon myself." Here 
 Flavia lifted her head to watch her sister, who pursued : 
 " General Houlbecq was murdered, and an innocent man has 
 been accused. I have taken an oath to discover the real 
 criminal." 
 
 " I approve, and, come to that, why should I not lend a 
 hand ? I will be your counsellor, your private policeman, 
 your detective, anything you like, and you'll see that the 
 chase shall come under our guns. We are good at all games 
 in the navy. Jack's jack of all trades, I tell you." 
 
 " Confound her bringing him into it 1 " thought Lady 
 Houlbecq, very little pleased by the involving of Lieutenant - 
 
The Sting from the Gram 99 
 
 Derquy in this darksome imbroglio where her honour was at 
 stake. 
 
 "I accept," said the girl, holding out her hand to the 
 gentleman, who kissed it. 
 
 " And only to think that I was afraid of having nothing to 
 do ! " he cried joyfully. " A man to be saved ! It's like a 
 man overboard ! And then there's a reward, eh, coz 1 " 
 
 " Even if you do not succeed, I shall be profoundly grateful ' 
 for your having tried." 
 
 *' Thanks, Vivette ; but I shall succeed, though I have to 
 regularly settle down in that part of the country. Luckily I 
 know the lay of the land, for I was born and brought up 
 there, and I know how to get the lads to chatter. Rely on 
 me. The general's death shall be avenged." 
 
 " My dear Olivier," said the widow gravely, " I share your 
 joy. Have you some pity on my grief ? Do cease to speak 
 of that doleful story, which my sister wrongly keeps reviving, 
 also, too often." 
 
 " I beg your pardon," said Yivette, " I was wrong, and I 
 
 promise you " 
 
 The door opened a little again and Francois reappeared, 
 carrying a visiting card on a salver, which he presented to 
 the baroness. 
 
 " Dr. Avangour ! " she murmured, changing countenance. 
 " I — I shall not see him. Tell him I am not in." 
 
 " What 1 " exclaimed the lieutenant, " Avangour, the 
 doctor of Dinan ! Why, he is one of my friends ! When he 
 came over to Trigavou I never could tear myself away from 
 him, and I shall be awfully pleased to see him again. If you 
 must decidedly refuse to receive him, allow me to run and 
 shake hands and find out where he is staying in town 1 " 
 
 " And, sister, you'll also let me ask news of his and my 
 patient and Pierre Calorguen," added the girl. 
 
 Lady Houlbecq instinctively dreaded this man, who had 
 mingled with the tragedy at Trigavou from the very opening 
 scenes. She feared that he had made some discovery, and 
 was expressly come to talk about it. Yet better still to face 
 
100 The Condemned Door 
 
 such a thorny interview than to let Dr. Avangour speak 
 freely alone with Yivette and her lover. So she changed her 
 order into one for his admission. 
 
 An instant after he entered, and was much surprised to see 
 Lieutenant Derquy, who merrily saluted him without giving 
 him time to bow to Lady Houlbecq. When he had acquitted 
 himself, like the member of good society that he was, of 
 obligatory courtesies, the physician took a seat between the 
 naval officer and Vivette, in face of the baroness, who un- 
 easily observed him. He was less negligently dressed than 
 in the exercise of his functions in the country, and appeared 
 rather stylish in his overcoat. But Lady Houlbecq fancied 
 he looked more grave than usual, and she foresaw that he 
 brought vexatious news. 
 
 " Charmed to see you," she said as graciously as she could. 
 " Such a pleasure is rare here." 
 
 *'It's true I do not come here often," he answered, bowing, 
 " I have had to run up on a professional call — a medical 
 congress." 
 
 The baroness breathed again. 
 
 " I wished to profit by the chance to offer my homage, my 
 lady, and also to acquit myself of a commission forced upon 
 me." 
 
 " A commission from whom ? " inquired Lady Houlbecq. 
 
 " From Plaintel, the notary of Dinan." 
 
 " Eh, what's the matter now ? " murmured the baroness, 
 who had expected any other name than this. 
 
 " I would like you to believe that I would not have had 
 anything to do with it if Plaintel had not actually compelled 
 me." 
 
 " So it is a disagreeable charge ? " 
 
 " Not for everybody here present. Plaintel insisted that 
 you would rather learn it through me than by an official 
 notification." 
 
 " Whatever it is he is right, I dare say. Well, speak out, 
 as you may before my sister and our next-of-kin, Lieutenant 
 Derquy." 
 
The Sting from the Grave 101 
 
 " Well, my lady, the general made a will which revoked 
 the previous one, and constitutes his sole legatee Mdlle. 
 Viviane de Bourbriac before us." 
 
 ^' Peacocks' feathers and yellow buttons ! " ejaculated 
 Derquy. " Here's my cousin a millionaire ; my dream has 
 * gone from my gaze like a beautiful ' — gazelle ! If we 
 marry now, everybody will say I did it for her money-bags." 
 
 The baroness had dwelt no more on the threat overhanging 
 her since her husband had written in her presence to the 
 solicitor at Dinan At first she had expected to be disin- 
 herited, but, as she received no intimation, she had gradually 
 grown encouraged. The blow was, therefore, only the 
 heavier to receive. And, nevertheless, she felt almost 
 relieved on learning that the news was only the loss of an in- 
 heritance. She had feared much worse. But she was not 
 insensible to the discomfiture, for she was reduced to a pit- 
 tance just when she dreamt of a golden existence abroad. 
 Still she had enough self-command to dissimulate her vexa- 
 tion. 
 
 " My husband was the master in the disposal of his for- 
 tune," she remarked, coldly. 
 
 " Exception is made of the sum acknowledged yours in 
 the marriage contract," rejoined the doctor. "That remains 
 your ladyship's, everything else to the contrary notwith- 
 standing." 
 
 " I knew that, but it is of no consequence. I regret 
 nothing since it is my dear sister takes all in my stead." 
 
 " Then you imagine that I am going to accept ? " exclaimed 
 Vivette. '^ I shall fiing this will into the fire." 
 
 " Hurrah ! " cheered Derquy, clapping his hands like a boy. 
 
 " She's a girl all heart," thought the medical gentleman. 
 
 " But I shall not accept the sacrifice ! " returned the 
 baroness, carried away by an outburst of wrath and pride. 
 
 " I shall force you to it, dear," was Vivette's smiling 
 rejoinder. " I shall write for the will and tear it up under 
 your eyes." 
 
 *' It is only in plays, my child, that legal documents are 
 
102 The Condemned Door 
 
 thus annulled," remarked Dr. Avangour, *' and in any case 
 Plaintel cannot show it you, at least at present ; it is no 
 longer in his hands." 
 
 " What do you mean by his letting it go 1 " inquired 
 Derquy. " I always thought that a lawyer stuck to papers 
 like wax." 
 
 " Certainly. Deposits at a solicitor's are inviolable, just as 
 letters are ; but in some cases an order of the bench can 
 seize letters under transmission by the post." 
 
 " I do not see the analogy." 
 
 " It is strikingly clear, though. On hearing of the general's 
 murder, a couple of hours after writing his will, Plaintel 
 held it his duty to inform the high court that this will was 
 in his keeping, whereupon he was ordered to communicate 
 the settlements the baron had made in extremu, so to say." 
 
 " I am as much at sea as before." 
 
 " But it is quite simple. It is rather natural to suppose 
 that the crime had an interested motive, and that some one 
 knowing the purport of the testament, had killed General 
 Houlbecq in order the sooner to benefit by the advantages it 
 assured him." 
 
 " My sister, you mean ? " queried the baroness, ironically. 
 
 " No one ever thought of suspecting this young lady," 
 replied the doctor, quickly. 
 
 " Still less to suspect me, I hope. My husband took good 
 care not to tell me what he was writing under my eyes, but 
 had he done so my interest would have been for him to live 
 as long as possible." 
 
 " Consequently justice does not aim at your ladyship. It 
 is now demonstrated that the general's murder was in 
 revenge. Still a copy of the will has been officially made to 
 show to the jury, and the original deed remains in the custody 
 of the court till the trial is over. That is why the solicitor 
 cannot show it, or send it to any one till later. So he begged 
 me to explain how things stood." 
 
 "Well ?" asked Vivette, " though I cannot destroy it, can I 
 not renounce profiting by itj " 
 
The Sting ftwn the Grave .103 
 
 To be sure you can ! " 
 
 " That will be enough for me." 
 
 Derquy could not help wafting a kiss to the noble girl who 
 preferred sisterly friendship and her lover's esteem above 
 riches. As the doctor looked astonished at this familiar token 
 of approbation, he said, eyeing Vivette in the face — 
 
 " Oh, we are betrothed, doctor." 
 
 Though the girl was not completely decided on the point, 
 she did not protest against the assertion as premature. 
 
 " Now I know all about it, and am set at ease," went on 
 the lieutenant. " But you were speaking of revenge, doctor. 
 Whom had the old boy offended ? He was rough as oak 
 bark, but he was incapable of hurting anybody seriously." 
 
 " Not even a servant, sir. He bullied them now and then, 
 but he liked them as children would have been liked, had he 
 any. Yet, the man accused was in his service." 
 
 " Then I dare say I know him." 
 
 " You have certainly seen him at the castle. The younger 
 of the two gamekeepers — Pierre Calorguen." 
 
 " The old soldier. Do they dare suspect him ? It's a great 
 shame ! He worshipped his leader, and I'd answer for the 
 brave fellow as for myself." 
 
 " Still, the charges press very heavily against him. He 
 was seen lying in wait near the scene of the crime — at 
 the very time — and seen to run away, and one of his gun 
 charges was found to be recently fired. Serious points ! " 
 
 *' A fig for your points ! Calorguen is innocent, and who- 
 ever accuses him lies. I say, cousin," he proceeded, suddenly 
 turning to Vivette, " isn't this the man you wanted saved ? " 
 
 " It is." 
 
 " Good ! We are both in the same boat, putting forth, and 
 I'll vouch for success." 
 
 Dr. Avangour was going to offer some objections when 
 Lady Houlbecq intervened. The conversation put her on the 
 rack, and she had only supported it from wanting to learn 
 what the doctor thought of her visit to Calorguen's before 
 the geijdarmes came ; but, seeing that he shunned go delicate 
 
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 a subject, she dared not bring it forward before her sister 
 and her cousin. She sighed to be alone, to recover from her 
 emotions and ponder over the new condition in which her 
 husband's will placed her. 
 
 "Gentlemen," said she abruptly, "you are speaking of 
 matters which torture me, and I beg you again to change the 
 subject. I really need a rest." 
 
 " I have nothing more to do than take my leave," said the 
 doctor, rising. " I shall be back in Dinan before the week is 
 over. If I can be of any use here or there, pray command 
 me." 
 
 " I thank you, sir. But I am no longer interested in what 
 goes on there. You can tell the notary that I would like 
 him to send any further communications to Mdlle. de Bour- 
 briac, as the sole legatee of General Houlbecq." 
 
 Yivette wished to protest anew, but Derquy checked her 
 with a glance. He thought it wisest to leave the sisters to 
 fight it out alone, and said — 
 
 "My dear Flavia, you might let me go away with the 
 doctor. I abridge my call, but I shall look in again to- 
 morrow. I carry away enough happiness to last me over 
 twenty -four hours." 
 
 This tag of the speech was for Vivette, who was almost as 
 much pleased with it as with the disinterestedness he had 
 shown in approving her resolve to annul the testament. 
 Then the lieutenant went out with the doctor. 
 
CHAPTEE XVIII 
 
 " WHEN YOU SEE THE DOG THE MASTER IS NOT FAR OFF " 
 
 "When the young officer and Avangour reached the foot of 
 the staircase, the former took his arm, saying — 
 
 " My dear doctor, what a good wind blew you in at my 
 cousin's just when I was there. In the first place, I am glad 
 to see you again, for I have the pleasantest recollection of 
 our long chats of old. Besides, I cannot make out clearly 
 what happened in the country — I am floundering about in 
 an unmapped sea, like a submarine boat. Do enlighten me, 
 and I shall not take my hold off, now I grasp you. Where 
 are you going 1 " 
 "To my hotel in Helder Street." 
 
 " Just in the nick ! I am stopping at the Grand Hotel, 
 and was going there. We can^ go in convoy — I mean 
 together." 
 
 " Superfluous explanation," said Dr. Avangour. " I was 
 born on the shore, and, consequently, know a few sea terms. 
 I ask nothing better than your company, but I am not pre- 
 pared to supply useful information, for I do not see much 
 clearer than you into this lamentable murder of the general. 
 Murder it evidently is, but by whom committed 1 Maybe 
 by that keeper, though I still doubt, in spite of law. Why 
 was he killed 1 That is what nobody yet has puzzled out." 
 '* Not even you, doctor ! " 
 
 ** Not even I, though I have never ceased to think it over. 
 There is an old popular axiom — ' Look out for the woman ! ' 
 and I am still looking for the woman." 
 *' I suppose Calorguen has not married since I left France?'' 
 
106 The Condemned Door 
 
 " No, he has not even a betrothed, and no sister. As for 
 the general, he had never been a terror to the girls of the 
 estate ; quite an exemplary husband. Therefore, admitting 
 that Calorguen killed him, it would not be to avenge any 
 wrong done the girl he loved." 
 
 " And looking on the other side of the question, it is hard 
 to believe that this blade was enamoured of my cousin." 
 
 The doctor knew much more than the speaker on this 
 head, but he had the sense to say nothing, not liking to make 
 a confidant of the baroness's future brother-in-law. 
 
 " Then it's not Calorguen," went on Derquy. 
 
 " I hope not, for I am much interested in him." 
 
 '' Then who the deuce is it ? " 
 
 *' That's the point ! None know, and perhaps none ever 
 will, so that the poor lad runs a great risk of being condemned 
 by the jury." 
 
 "And that will delay my cousin Yivette becoming my 
 wife " 
 
 "Even if she renounces a splendid bequest?" observed 
 Avangour gently. 
 
 " In renouncing it she does what I would have counselled 
 her if she had consulted me. But, that will coming up again ; 
 can you explain to me why the general has disinherited his 
 wife?" 
 
 " No more than I can explain the rest. The couple always 
 lived on the best of terms, apparently a most united pair. 
 What is more strange is that the general wrote it only a few 
 hours before the bullet split his heart. And he sent a rider 
 with it to his solicitor at Dinan. It looks as if he foresaw 
 his approaching end." 
 
 "It is highly extraordinary. But tell me, is there no 
 motive expressed in these last lines ? " 
 
 " There are not many over a dozen lines in all, and they 
 contain nothing but the one legacy for Mdlle. de Bourbriac, 
 quite enough for her to take all." 
 
 " No, since she gives up the idea of profiting by a whim of 
 poor old Houlbecq. He was very hasty, apd, after an alter- 
 
' " When you see the Dog the Master is not Fa)' Off '* 107 
 
 cation with his lady, he no doubt dashed off the deed ah irato, 
 in his ire, but would certainly have annulled it if he had 
 survived." 
 
 The doctor shook his head, seeming to be of another mind 
 than the optimist officer. 
 
 The two in chatting had descended Friedland Avenue and 
 had reached the corner of Faubourg St. Honore. 
 
 " So this unfortunate Calorguen is in Dinan jail ?" 
 In solitary confinement, too. I asked leave to see him, 
 but I was refused." 
 
 " If they refused you, they will not pass me. Yet I would 
 have liked to hear his tale." 
 
 " Oh, the restriction will be soon removed, for the pre- 
 liminary inquiry is about closed. Squire Miniac told me 
 lately that the decree for the trial at the chief court would be 
 issued before the close of the month by the Eennes Court of 
 Appeal, and that the accused would be brought up at the 
 assizes next month." 
 
 "The deuce ! I have no time to waste if I mean to attempt 
 to prove his innocence." 
 
 " I doubt you will manage, but anyhow, one may hope so 
 long as the verdict 'is not given. Unhappily there is one 
 crushing bit of evidence against Pierre — that of one Jean 
 Baptiste Pillemer, who all but saw him fire the gunshot." 
 
 " Pillemer— who's he 1 " 
 
 Instead of answering the question the doctor stopped sud- 
 denly and stared at a passing man on the other side of the 
 way, coming in the opposite direction. 
 
 " The saying is true," muttered Dr. Avangour. " Speak 
 of the devil and he's sure to appear — but Pillemer in Paris ! 
 this is queer." 
 
 " What ! " cried Derquy, " is this the witness who accuses 
 Calorguen, that kind of ploughman in his Sunday clothes who 
 passes there ? He does not look like a townsman in the 
 least." 
 
 " He is a thorough Breton," returned the doctor, in a low 
 voice. "He is a farmer half-a-dozen miles from Trigarvou, 
 
108 The Condemned Door 
 
 at the Hunaudaie, and I should like to know what brings him 
 to town." 
 
 " I have a mind to stop him to ask why he intends mis- 
 chief to poor Calorguen." 
 
 " You would act very wrong. He would get it about that 
 you had tried to influence him. But I am curious to know 
 where he is going." 
 
 " Are you ? Well, doctor, we need only follow him.'' 
 
 " I do not know if that is prudent. He may catch sight of 
 us, and if he should " 
 
 ^ ' Let's try. I engage to chase him without his seeing 
 us. There he goes round the corner. Come on, my dear 
 fellow ! " 
 
 Avangour let himself be drawn away, and arm in arm they 
 remounted Friedland Avenue. The rustic had turned to the 
 right towards the Haussmann Boulevard. He walked rather 
 slowly, and often stopped, like a stranger who feared to go 
 wrong. But he kept the lead and did not bother about any 
 one behind him. 
 
 " You see there is no danger," resumed Derquy. " Let us 
 lock step with him at a convenient distance, and on the waj^ 
 tell me why this clown's presence in Paris seems suspicious." 
 
 " That's not precisely the word. Only he never goes up, 
 and I am more astonished to see him when he might be called 
 at any moment before a court of inquiry. The owner 
 of Hunaudaie lives in Paris in the winter, it is true, but he 
 has been out of the way this month, and it is said down our 
 part that he is dead." 
 
 *' What is the name of that landowner ? " 
 
 " You know him very well. It is the Count of Trigavou." 
 
 "Alain! Why, we were thick in the old times. And, 
 indeed, I was shocked this morning to hear that he was 
 believed dead. His housekeeper said so, and the news took 
 me aback. My cousins know it now, too." 
 
 " It is not so certain that he is dead, though his disappear- 
 ance is alarming. What does Lady Houlbecq think of it ? " 
 
 *^ She appears quite afflicted, and her sister too. I shajl 
 
** Whe7i you see the Dog the Master is not Far 0/" 109 
 
 console myself with difficulty at the loss of a friend, for, 
 whatever you or my cousin Flavia say, I no longer hope to 
 see him." 
 
 " Eh, does her ladyship doubt 1 " 
 
 " It struck me so. She never saw the count save in winter 
 in society, for he came but rarely to the castle, whither the 
 general did not try to entice him." 
 
 " He may have been jealous of him." 
 
 " I don't believe that. Still, though, there's some sense in 
 it, for Trigavou was a winning card, whilst poor Houlbecq 
 had dreadfully aged since marriage ; and, between ourselves, 
 was not always amiable, particularly towards my lady. But 
 my cousin is virtue itself to the tips of her nails." As the 
 doctor said never a word, Derquy added : "Was she ill- 
 spoken of ? " 
 
 "Not openly. But you know there are slanderers and 
 libellers everywhere. They will pass comments, and the 
 general's tragic death set all tongues a- wagging." 
 
 *• I suppose they do not accuse his widow of having him 
 killed ? " 
 
 " Oh, no. But when it is generally known that his will cuts 
 her off they will give full cry again." 
 
 " I'll silence some of the hounds ! " 
 
 " Then you have made up your mind to go down there ? '' 
 
 " I shall go if my cousin wishes it." 
 
 *' Lady Houlbecq will be compelled, I fear, to appear in the 
 Assize Court." 
 
 " So will I appear. Ha ! there's our man stopping to read 
 the name-board at the corner of Teheran Street, as if he were 
 astray." 
 
 " Very likely, and if he should retrace his steps he'd 
 infallibly run up against us. Now, I am very much set on 
 his not seeing me, and will, therefore, give up this chase. 
 But he does not know you, and nothing bars you from seeing 
 it out. I advise you, though, not to accost him. He's as 
 cunning as a fox, and will mistrust you." 
 
 "I will content myself with following him. And when I 
 
110 The Cojidemned Door " 
 
 house him I shall have safe ground to start from. I do not 
 clearly see what this will bring us too, but still " 
 
 "He's going to turn ! I shall come around to the Grand 
 Hotel to-morrow to hear how the adventure turned out, my 
 dear sir." 
 
 So .saying the doctor wheeled and went his way, keeping 
 close to the houses. 
 
 Derquy believed he could not do better than stick to the 
 man-hunt, whilst conforming to Dr. Avangour's advice for 
 him to act with prudence. He began to like the fun, and 
 thought to himself it was good apprenticeship before he took 
 vip the chase of the assassin in order to demonstrate the 
 innocence of Vivette's " ward." 
 
 The farmer of the Hunaudaie was still at fault before the 
 street sign-board, hesitating to go down Teheran Street, and 
 Derquy had ample time to study him. This peasant was 
 clothed like a townsman, but he appeared constrained in the 
 unaccustomed suit, and his bearing and face were not 
 altered. Thick-set, broad-shouldered, with a square face 
 enframed in red whiskers, he looked more like a sailor than a 
 farmer, but he " went over the edge " of the disguise, as 
 policemen say of an evil-looking passer-by. 
 
 He did not notice the naval officer, who was slowly 
 approaching, but he applied to a working man, no doubt to 
 ask his road, for Derquy, quickening his pace, caught the 
 answer — " To get to Monceau Park? Why, go up to 
 Teheran Street — to Messina Avenue, and on to the end, when 
 you will see the park gate before you." 
 
 The farmer thanked the man, and started in the denoted 
 direction, when Derquy grazed him as he came by. He 
 thought himself extremely sharp in going up Teheran Street 
 with the lead, reasoning — *^He will never guess thus that I 
 am following him. Every now and again I will glance over 
 my shoulder to see how he is coming on, and I cannot miss 
 him, now I know whither he is bound." 
 
 He forgot that no craft can be well done without some 
 experience. He was still in the 'prentice stage as a 
 
*' When you see the Dog the Master is not Far Off ^^ 111 
 
 *' shadow," and he was soon obliged to confess that nothing 
 in this difficult pursuit can make up for unenjoyed practice. 
 The first time he looked behind him he saw that the 
 Breton, instead of proceeding, had halted in the mouth of the 
 street. 
 
 " He seems to distrust himself,'' grumbled the'naval officer. 
 *' Can he chance to remember me from having seen me at 
 Trigavou ? It's likely, for I thought his displeasing phiz had 
 come athwart my eyes before, probably near the castle.'' 
 
 An empty cab was crawling along, to the driver of which 
 Pillemer beckoned. It stopped, and in jumped the country- 
 man, after giving an address which Lieutenant Derquy could 
 not hear at a distance, and the vehicle rolled up the Hauss- 
 mann Boulevard, carrying away the farmer and his secret. 
 
 "Oh, he must have recognized me," growled Yivette's 
 betrothed. " Here I am landed like a greenhorn after a trial 
 trip. Nice of me, ain't it ] This will teach me to leave police 
 duty alone. There may be good sport in dodging a man 
 when one is gifted that way, but there's none of the vocation 
 in my sea-pie. Anyway, I don't reckon to have squeezed 
 much out of this turnip- cutter. Still, I should like to know 
 what he wanted in Monceau Park — to meet some one 1 A 
 countryman does not go into gardens to stroll among flowers." 
 
 After reflection he concluded that the only course open to 
 him was to transport himself to the park, where he might be 
 lucky enough to find Pillemer anew, who was, perchance, 
 going round about in the hackney coach to throw pursuers 
 off the scent. Derquy was in nowise pressed, and he could 
 not hope to overtake Dr. Avangour now. 
 
 So he went on to Messina Avenue, and all the way to the 
 gilded gates visible at the end of Euysdael Avenue. 
 
 The doctor's remarks floated in his brain, and entangled his 
 own idea ; he tried to solve their enigmatical sense. 
 Ordinarily frank, Dr. Avangour's language had been full of 
 reticence, and cleared up nothing ; he neither denied nor 
 affirmed Calorguen's innocence nor the baroness's virtue. In 
 this scepticism there was much to shake Olivier'a father 
 
112 The Condemned Door 
 
 though supported by Vivette's categorical declarations, the 
 keeper's guilt not being admissible by her any more than 
 Lady Houlbecq's complicity. But our seaman was not one 
 to give up a generous design. He went straight on without 
 thinking any more of the doctor's opinions. 
 
CHAPTER XIX 
 
 DROPPING A TORCH IN A KEG OF POWDER 
 
 Arrived in Monceau Park, Lieutenant Derquy set to explor- 
 ing it in every way — no small affair, as the park is pretty 
 large and crossed by numberless paths. In summer it is full 
 of idlers, nursemaids and children, and to look for a human 
 needle in that haystack were summer madness indeed. L u t 
 there is no mob in winter, and though it was fine weather, 
 most of the seats were unoccupied and there were few pro- 
 menaders. 
 
 There was only required good eyes to spy the man, and our 
 lieutenant had excellent ones. But the question was if the 
 farmer of the Hunaudaie would come at all, and which way 
 as there are three or four different entrances. Instead of 
 standing guard at any one of these, it were assuredly better 
 to wander about where the lawn alternated with shrubbery. 
 Through the main road vehicles came, and Pillemer might 
 even cross without getting out of the cab he had taken. 
 
 To begin with, Derquy examined this east and west road, 
 but in its sweeps he met nobody but nursemaids and their 
 charges. Then he perceived a bridge over an artificial brook, 
 and went upon its arched back, whence he commanded the 
 beds and clumps. In this well chosen spot he waited like a 
 wild fowler for the game. 
 
 Behind him rose a colonnade around a sheet of water, a 
 sham ruin imitating the remains of a Grecian temple, a sad 
 and damp place, where no one strolls even in the brightest 
 season. 
 
 But one gentleman was lounging here, with his hands in his 
 I 
 
114 The Condemned DoOT 
 
 ulster pocketsand its collar turned up, no doubt to keep off 
 the chill. He stamped round the lake like a man impatient, 
 or with cold feet, or both. 
 
 "There's a person who looks as if keeping an appoint- 
 ment," mused Derquy. " A lady of course, though I don't 
 know ; it might be a man more naturally this weather — why 
 not Pillemer ? Anyway, I have a strong mind to view him 
 closer to learn if he is an acquaintance." 
 
 Without further deliberation, the naval officer descended 
 from his observatory, noiselessly reached the colonnade, and 
 made the circuit of the lakes, but not in the same direction 
 as the lounger, so that they came face to face. Both 
 stopped short. 
 
 "Thunder! is it you?" ejaculated Derquy, stupefied. 
 " How happy I am to see you ! I can hardly believe my 
 eyes. I heard you were dead ! " 
 
 " I beg your pardon, sir," replied the other curtly. " I do 
 not know you, and I do not understand your talk." 
 
 " Can I be wrong ? " muttered the lieutenant, examining 
 the speaker. " But no," he resumed, almost instantly, " I am 
 not mistaken. You are Count Alain of Trigavou." 
 
 " That is so, but, I repeat, I am not aware to whom I have 
 the honour of speaking." 
 
 "Well, I never expected that my campaign im China would 
 change me so that one of my old friends would not recognise 
 me. It is true that I am wearing all my beard, but still, 
 dear boy, take a hard look at me. Don't you recall the naval 
 officer you introduced to your club four years ago 1 " 
 
 " What, are- you " 
 
 " Derquy — Olivier Derquy." 
 
 " Oh, my friend, many excuses ! I so little expected to 
 meet a man here whom I believed to be in the depths " 
 
 " Of the sea," added the other, laughing. 
 
 "Lord, no ! of the Far East. How happy I am, too, to 
 see you ! " cried Trigavou, shaking Olivier 's hand effusively. 
 
 " How long have you been home ? " 
 
 " Only since yesterday in Paris." 
 
Dropping a Torch in a Keg ofPoicder 115 
 
 " And I only came back this morning." 
 "That explains why, when I called at your place in 
 Miromesnil Street yesterday, I was told that there had come 
 no news from you in a month." 
 
 " And did they conclude that I was dead ? " 
 *' Indeed they did. My cousins, too, believed so, and wore 
 mourning for you." 
 
 " Lady Houlbecq and her sister are really too kind, and I 
 am eager to learn how that idea got afloat that I would go 
 hence without taking my leave of them." 
 
 " They knew that you had left the Hunaudaie farm 
 suddenly, and nobody had seen you since. In Brittany it 
 was thought some misfortune had befallen you. Dr, 
 Avangour for one was convinced of that." 
 " The Dinan doctor ! Have you seen him 1 " 
 " Just left him ? I met him at my cousin's." 
 "Really these dull dogs among the cabbage-heads have too 
 much imagination. What ! because a man pleases to absent 
 himself without leaving word where he goes, people amuse 
 themselves by spreading reports of his death ! It's really 
 too absurd." 
 
 " I grant it, but it also shows that you have friends' who 
 fret about you. They alarmed themselves mistakenly, for 
 here you are alive. All is for the best. Only I ought to 
 undeceive Lady Houlbecq and her sister about your fate. 
 Now I think of it, their house in Friedland A venue is not 
 two steps. Will you come around with me ? What a sensa- 
 tion ! They'll take you for a ghost ! " 
 
 " I don't care to frighten them. And besides, between 
 ourselves, I cannot leave this spot. I am waiting for 
 somebody." 
 
 " Ahem ! a lady ? " 
 
 " Label it as you please, my dear Olivier ! " 
 " Good ; I understand. You have been courting her this 
 month. Now I see why you let nobody hear from you." 
 " But I have not been in hiding, only travelling." 
 *' Incog., eh 1 That's much the same thing. Pursuing the 
 
116 The Condemned Door 
 
 bella donna from town to town ? You are in the true course, 
 for there is nothing half so sweet in life as pursuing love's 
 young dream. But I am awfully in your way, of course, and 
 so I'll sheer off. I'll go around alone to my cousin's and 
 promise your early call." 
 
 " No, no. Pray stay, my friend, I am too soon for my 
 appointment, and so we have time for a little parley. You 
 know that the old baron went off rather tragically ? " 
 
 " Alas, yes ! Never did any event surprise me more." 
 
 "I left the Hunaudaie on the very eve, learning of the 
 lamentable occurence by the newspapers, and I only know 
 what was said at first. How does Lady Houlbecq bear her 
 affliction 1 " 
 
 "Profoundly afflicted she is, and she cannot bear her 
 husband's death to be spoken of. Her sister feels much 
 sorrow, too, and is all the more saddened because a man is 
 accused of the crime who interests her, and me also — a game- 
 keeper who was in the heavy horse under the general — 
 Pierre Calorguen. You must have seen him down there." 
 
 " Very likely. Do they know why he killed his master ? " 
 
 " Mdlle. de Bourbriac asserts that he never did, and I agree 
 with her. I may even tell you that I perhaps am going to 
 Trigavou to try to collect favourable testimony for the man. 
 My cousin Vivette has asked me to help and defend him. 
 Before I actually set out, I shall ask you for particulars 
 about people there, whom you know better than I. And I 
 will keep you cognisant of my doings, for I hope we shall see 
 one another often ! " 
 
 " I hope so, too. I am going to resume my winter life in 
 the same quarter, and we can meet every day at the club." 
 
 " That's a settled arrangement. And we shall also meet at 
 Lady Houlbecq's when I get back from Brittany." 
 
 "When are you off]" 
 
 " I hardly know, depending as it does on what my cousin 
 decides. I have placed myself at her beck and call. But it 
 will probably be soon, as this unfortunate Calorguen appears 
 at the assizes next month, and we have no time to lose in his 
 
Dropping a Torch in a Keg of Powder 117 
 
 behalf. But, by the way, do you know that the bitterest 
 witness against him is your farmer at the Hunaudaie " 
 
 " Pillemer 1 How should I know that ? I left two days 
 before the crime : I arrived here this morning, and during my 
 stay away I have held no correspondence — whether you 
 believe me or not — with this honest fellow, who does not 
 know how to write well. Anyway, I do not comprehend 
 how he gets entangled with the affair. The Hunaudaie is a 
 good bit from the castle, and Pillemer generally sticks to 
 his farm." 
 
 " Does he ? Ha, ha ! He's in Paris at this very speaking." 
 
 " Impossible ! " 
 
 "I have just met him." 
 
 "Why you don't know him ! " 
 
 " Well, I don't ; but Dr. Avangour pointed him out to me. 
 
 " Some error of the doctor's. Pillemer has never come to 
 the city. I have not called him, and if, on some next to 
 impossible errand, here he is, without my leave and without 
 notifying me, I should have seen him already, for he has my 
 address, of course." 
 
 " He did not find you there, and he is hunting after you. 
 I heard him inquire of a passer-by for Monceau Park." 
 
 " That's too rich ! Pillemer never in all his life heard 
 of Monceau Park." 
 
 " Your housekeeper may have told him you were here." 
 
 " My housekeeper ! Do you fancy that I let him into my 
 confidence about the trysts I have 1 " 
 
 " True ! My supposition has no sense in it ; and, in any 
 case, it is no business of mine whom this Pillemer is looking 
 for." 
 
 " I repeat to you, my dear boy, that it can't be Pillemer. 
 Dr. Avangour has gone wrong." 
 
 " I begin to believe so, and that I did not hear aright. If 
 the man whom the doctor took for your farmer intended to 
 be driven to this park I should have seen him in the half- 
 hour I have been looking about. But I am not sorry for the 
 wild goose chase he's led me, since I have found you. Yet 
 
118 The Condemned Door 
 
 I would never have been here if I had not met him at the 
 corner of Friedland Avenue and the Faubourg St. Honore." 
 " You followed him ? " 
 
 "I own up, and that I am very stupid. But if I had 
 known that you were not dead (heaven be praised !) I should 
 not have been such a fool. Instead of following the man I 
 should have asked you straight what you thought of him." 
 
 '' I can think only well of him. He was on the farm in 
 my father's time. He has made money, and might have 
 lived independent, but has remained faithful to me whilst I 
 am under a cloud. He takes care of my little property, and 
 acts as my serving-man. I have entire trust in him, and he 
 deserves it." 
 
 " Incapable of bearing false witness, then 1 '' 
 " Totally ! and I must add that I do not know of his 
 having any ill-will towards the baron's gamekeeper. How- 
 ever, I suppose I shall be running down to the Hunaudaie 
 one of these days, when I shall question Pillemer and make 
 him thoroughly confess, and I will give you an account of 
 the examination." 
 
 Whilst conversing, the gentlemen had sauntered away 
 from the colonnade around the ornamental water. Derquy 
 fully perceived that the count did not want the lady he 
 expected to find him in colloquy with a stranger. Frequently 
 Trigavou turned, no doubt to see if she was coming. 
 
 Thus they got to the Malesherbes Boulevard entrance and 
 the main road coming to it. The lieutenant saw a cab 
 rattling up the middle of this road, and at the window the 
 face of the rustic he had seen get into it at the corner of 
 Teheran Street. " There he is ! " he muttered, squeezing 
 the count's arm. 
 
 "Who? My farmer?" 
 " Yes; yonder, in that cab." 
 
 Trigavou looked, but the man had dropped back under 
 cover, and the vehicle rushed past. 
 
 *' I had no time to see him, but I suppose he had plenty to 
 gee us," remarked the nobleman, 
 
Dropping a Torch in a Keg of Potoder 119 
 
 "Oh, plenty !" 
 
 " Then it is not Pillemer, for he would have stopped to 
 speak. But in order to be still more sure that it is not he, 
 you can run after the cab," continued Trigavou merrily. 
 " It's not flying, and you can easily overtake it." 
 
 " My dear fellow, you have reason to laugh at me," 
 returned Derquy, gaily as well. "That is some compensation 
 for my having bored you with my whims and assertions. 
 It's all that fault of the doctor's seething in my brain. He 
 must have a beam in his eye to take some suburban market- 
 gardener for a chawbacon. But let it drop ; go back to your 
 appointment, and excuse my keeping you so long." 
 
 " There's no harm done since my party has not turned up 
 yet. I am lucky." 
 
 " I believe you are. But you'll not be kept long, and it is 
 useless for me to be seen detaining you. I shall run on to 
 Lady Houlbecq's." 
 
 " To tell her you have seen me ? " 
 
 "Certainly. She would never forgive my concealing so 
 happy an encounter." 
 
 " Oh, I should soon have paid her my respects, but that 
 
 need not prevent you trumpeting my resurrection. Only I 
 
 shall be obliged by your not mentioning that you caught me 
 
 . hanging round a tree in Monceau Park like a hobbledehoy 
 
 waiting in Love Lane for a sweetheart." 
 
 " What do you take me for, my dear Alain ? I beg you to 
 believe that I know how to hold sacred a friend's confidence 
 as regards a love affair. Now, when do I see you again 1 " 
 
 " To-morrow, if you like, at the club, five to six. What 
 do you say to dinner ? I am not free now, and I do not ask 
 you around to my lodgings during the day, for I may be out. 
 Lots to do after a month's absence, of course." 
 
 After a cordial shake of the hand the two friends separated. 
 The Count of Trigavou sauntered back to his old post by 
 the lake, where he said his guiding star would soon appear, 
 and Lieutenant Derquy strode off towards Houlbecq House. 
 
 J5e was ^nch^mted at finding a pleasant companion agairi 
 
120 The^ Condemned Door 
 
 who might serve him in his plans, but he stormed at the 
 hastiness of Dr. Avangour. He even wondered if the doctor 
 did sincerely interest himself about Calorguen. He doubted 
 it, almost as much as his own right, and he reckoned on the 
 Count of Trigavou being a sharper and more devoted ally 
 in the campaign undertaken to rescue the ward of Yivette 
 de Bourbriac. 
 
 Assuredly Olivier would never have been of this way of 
 thinking had he known that this winning gentleman was the 
 paramour of Lady Houlbecq, and had also flirted with Mdlle. 
 de Bourbriac, but Olivier was fresh from China, and had not 
 the faintest suspicion of what went on at the castle once he 
 sailed the seas. On reaching the house in Friedland Avenue 
 he considered it useless to see his cousins to tell them that 
 their country neighbour was in good health. He pencilled a 
 few words on his visiting card for the footman to carry it 
 immediately to his lady, and thereupon he walked away, 
 delighted to be the first to give such happy intelligence to 
 the two sisters. 
 
 Little did he forecast the effects it would produce. 
 
 Without knowing it, and with no such intention, he had 
 simply dropped a torch in the keg of powder. 
 
CHAPTER XX 
 
 OUT OF THE TOMB INTO THE SUNLIGHT 
 
 The Count of Trigavou, believed by so many to be dead , 
 had never enjoyed better health, and readily assumed his old 
 mode of life, modest as it was, in accordance with his limited 
 income. 
 
 With twelve thousand francs a year, a man is not rich in 
 Paris, even though he spends six months annually in the 
 country. He is almost poor if his birth and relations oblige 
 him to go much into society. 
 
 Alain was thus situated, for he lived up to his rank among 
 the millionnaires. But he knew how to regulate his 
 existence. 
 
 In the first place, as he spent hardly anything during his 
 stay at the Hunaudaie, his twelve thousand francs became 
 equal to twenty thousand for the winter months. He 
 belonged to a fashionable club, where he dined in superior 
 style at a very moderate price, when he did not dine out in 
 opulent mansions, where he was frequently invited. He 
 never gambled, or at least played whist and often won. He 
 threw away no money on female notorieties. He kept no 
 carriage, and no gentleman's gentleman. He had a lodging 
 in Miromesnil Street, comfortably furnished, with the house 
 porter as his man of all work. 
 
 His only luxury was a saddle-horse, which he kept out at 
 livery, and took down to the country to be turned out to 
 grass. 
 
 By his example he proved a well-known truth, namelj' — 
 that a knowing and experienced man can live on the best in 
 a great city for very little outlay. 
 
122 The Condemned Door 
 
 After his month's absence, which had obliterated him from 
 the list of the living among his friends of both sexes, quick 
 to take alarm, and even by his faithful housekeeper, Trigavou 
 had re-installed himself with much pleasure in his rooms, 
 and had not quitted his fireside by three p.m. on the second 
 day after his stroll in Monceau Park. He remained indoors 
 because he expected a caller, for he did not doubt that the 
 good-hearted Olivier would hasten to announce to the 
 baroness the resurrection of her country neighbour. 
 
 Lady Houlbecq, before widowhood, never came to her 
 lover's house. 
 
 Equally prudent, they made it a rule never to expose 
 themselves to a surprise, and always to deprive themselves of 
 meetings in Paris, whatever it cost them. They made up 
 for it in summer time at the castle, where the general was 
 much less on the alert, and hardly watched his wife. In this 
 he resembled most husbands, who always see danger where 
 there is none. 
 
 Now Flavia was free, completely free. The world had 
 watched her when she went into mourning, but nobody now 
 busied about a woman who had remained plunged in grief 
 without giving hold for the lightest criticism. Trigavou's 
 disappearance had prevented Flavia compromising herself, 
 and now allowed her to renew, after a month's abstention, 
 without peril, her relations with the bewailed gallant. 
 
 He reckoned on this, and all his thoughts and deeds since 
 the disaster tended to prepare for them a durable happiness 
 which naught should trouble hereafter. 
 
 The moment had come. 
 
 On receiving Derquy's card overnight announcing the 
 blissful event, Flavia had nearly choked with emotion. But 
 then joy does not kill, and she had managed to contain 
 herself so as carefully to keep from Yivette the news that 
 the Count of Trigavou still lived, and that she expected to 
 see him a day or two hence. She could not let her servants 
 remark her going forth after dark for the first time after her 
 El/rfiv^l in to\yn, Again, Olivier's pencilled lines had giveii 
 
Out of the Tomb into the Sunlight 123 
 
 no details ; they ran on the visiting card — " Alain of 
 Tvigavou has returned. I have seen him." 
 
 By running straightway to Miromesnil Street, Lady 
 Houlbecq ran a risk of finding no one at home. She knew the 
 count's habits ; that he breakfasted about noon, and dawdled 
 about over a cigar. At one she quitted her residence, telling 
 her sister she was going to profit by the fine weather to take 
 a stroll in the Champs Elysees. On her way she took a cab 
 for Trigavou's lodgings. 
 
 He himself opened to her ring. He expected her, and 
 showed that he did by losing no time in asking her questions 
 or furnishing any information. 
 
 Instead of exchanging vain words, they prattled of the 
 present and forgot the sorrows of the past, and paid no heed 
 to the uncertainty of the future. But ardent as they may 
 be, transports come down to earth from the seventh heaven, 
 and they found themselves hand in hand, looking into one 
 another's eyes, as at the castle on the gloomy night when 
 Baron Houlbecq cut short their villainous colloquy. The 
 same remembrance struck them both, and nothing more was 
 needed to spring the questions out upon their lips. 
 
 ^' At last I shall learn what happened at Trigavou after 
 our abrupt separation," said the lover. 
 
 " Now, what have you done all this month ? Why did you 
 give me no token of life 1 " 
 
 Each was trying to draw the other out. 
 " I could not write you," rejoined the count. " I feared 
 my letter would fall into other hands than yours. At first I 
 was ignorant your husband was killed, and feared you were 
 under close ward. When a little later I read the newspapers 
 announcing the event, I also read that the investigation was 
 begun, so I played the dead lest I injured you. As soon as 
 the police take up a matter, extreme prudence becomes the 
 golden rule. Had I written you, some allusion to our adven- 
 ture must have crept in, and the mere seizure of my letter in 
 the post would have got us both in a pinch. I quickly 
 understood that in our mutual interest I ought to dive under 
 
124: The Condemned Door 
 
 if only for a time. I did it, and I do not repent it, for we are 
 now in a lovely situation. No one saw me enter the castle 
 or go out on St. Hubert's Night. No one knows or even sus- 
 pects we love one another. Hence no astonishment will be 
 aroused at your receiving me. As for those curious to know 
 what became of me since General Houlbecq's death, my reply 
 is ready without any need to lie. I went to Scotland and 
 stayed with a laird, one of my friends, who can testify to it, 
 if my word is doubted." 
 
 " Now, is this true, really true ? " 
 
 " What ! Do you yourself doubt it ? Do you imagine I've 
 been hiding in some other tower, under the care of some 
 other lady of a castle ! Tut, tut ! You know well enough I 
 have loved none but you, and I love you more than ever 
 since you have undergone so much for me." 
 
 " Forgive me, Alain, dear ! I am mad to accuse you, but 
 how can I help it when I was so miserable ? And I have 
 always been jealous, you remember." 
 
 " So am I jealous, too." said Alain, smiling. " If ever you 
 give me cause to believe a rival " 
 
 " Hush ! " ejaculated the baroness, closing his mouth with 
 a kiss. 
 
 " Oh, I am glad to believe it not. But I warn you I shall 
 look out. Now, to speak seriously. You did not answer 
 my query on what occurred after you pushed me out into 
 the tower chamber. I listened at the door to your tyrant 
 roaring his intention to camp down in your rooms and not 
 leave you. I had no trouble guessing that he meant to 
 blockade me, so as to force me to show myself." 
 
 " You must have also heard the hammer at work under his 
 order for some roofers to fasten a sheet of metal over the 
 condemned door." 
 
 ** No. Oh, ho ! he wanted to box me up and starve me to 
 death?" 
 
 " Just so." 
 
 " Then he was more ferocious and more cowardly than I 
 fancied. Decidedly he merited what befel him. But, tell 
 
OiU of the Tomb into the Sunlight 125 
 
 me, has not that metal plate been moved since the fatal 
 shot?" 
 
 " I would have torn it down myself if I had been left alone, 
 but Dr. Avangour came in upon me. The general had called 
 him over from Dinan on the pretext that I was unwell. He 
 arrived the very moment when my husband fell, and he was 
 the first to pronounce his death certain. Then came Justice 
 Miniac. It is possible he supposed a man was in the tower, 
 for he had the plate immediately taken off." 
 
 " In your presence ? " 
 
 " Yes, I stood by, more dead than alive." 
 
 " How you must have been amazed to find the hole 
 empty?" 
 
 " I was so terrified that I dropped in a swoon." 
 
 " I hope, when you came to, you never told them why you 
 were so deeply afi'ected 1 " 
 
 " Not I. Besides, nobody asked me. It was thought my 
 powers were exhausted after so many shocks." 
 
 " Yery lucky. And what did my darling Ma via think of 
 that miraculous disappearance ? " 
 
 "Nothing. I remained unconscious a full hour, and 
 w^hen I recovered my senses I believed I had the night- 
 mare. Later, I was led to think you had perished in seeking 
 safety." 
 
 " Then you guessed the hole had an outlet? There was 
 one indeed, known to me since I was a boy — a rat's run in 
 the hollow of the thick wall. Nobody ever found it and 
 nobody will, though only one of the stones has to be moved, 
 but you have to know the right one." 
 
 " Others do know it. The burrow runs down to the foot 
 of the tower, where the opening was walled up some five 
 
 years ago. I believed you descended this well, and " 
 
 Pooh ! catch me sliding down that no-thoroughfare ! I 
 would never have got out. On the contrary, I climbed up. 
 The wall is bored from the foundation stone to the turret, 
 and the perpendicular tunnel used to have two egresses — one 
 below, stopped up, and one above, still free. By climbing 
 
126 The Condemned Door 
 
 like a chimney sweep, I reached the conical roof covering the 
 old platform of the tower. The rest was a trifle. In the 
 roof is a skylight, and the ivy has grown up to there — that 
 blessed ivy which so often served as my ladder to reach your 
 window." 
 
 " This time it helped you flee. And I believed you lost. 
 Had I but known " 
 
 " You may well believe that I did not go to sleep on the 
 road. Twenty minutes after your husband's popping in on 
 us I had landed in the grounds. I stole along the wall to 
 the breach you know about, and thence flew straight to the 
 Hunaudaie, which I reached in an hour and a half. Of 
 course my farmer, Pillemer, was asleep, and 1 would not 
 wake him. I had worn my considering-cap on the way, and 
 my course was taken. I went up to my room, filled my 
 pockets with a hundred napoleons I always keep in a desk 
 for sudden emergencies, and shot off a.gain. I reached 
 Dinard easily before peep of day, for you know I am a good 
 walker. There I took the first boat for St. Malo. By ten I 
 was aboard the Southampton steamsliip, and on the next 
 evening but one I was in London. What a good thing I 
 went ! My stay in Brittany would have been on thorns, 
 whilst nobody troubled about me in my absence. Anyway, 
 I never foresaw your husband would be killed, and I wanted 
 to play him a trick — let him believe I had died of hunger in 
 the deadly trap, and chuckle over being rid of me, and then 
 confuse him \yy presenting myself some fine day at the castle 
 to ask him how he was. That ought to have cured him for 
 ever of jealous suspicions — ha, ha 1 But things have turned 
 out differently, for which I am not sorry, as the obstacles 
 between us exist no more. But I must know how I stand 
 as regards this death. There is a gamekeeper accused and 
 arrested. Did he do it ? " 
 
 " I do not doubt he did." 
 
 " Good 1 But why assassinate his master 1 Not to please 
 me, I'll wager, for the man hates me." 
 
 " He killed him out of love for me." 
 
CHAPTER XXI 
 
 A TERRIBLE SWEETHEART 
 
 This was not the first time that Trigavou's ido], had swung 
 from rage to joy, from insults to endearments. Such wicked 
 entanglements as theirs cannot be without quarrels, and the 
 reconciliations are but temporary. But the storms are 
 quickly forgotten, and Flavia was so effusive with happiness 
 that she all but informed her false w^orshipper of Yivette's 
 generous project to renounce the general's inheritance. Re- 
 flection checked her. 
 
 To begin with, Vivette might recall her resolution. 
 Besides, the test was not complete. In promising to wed 
 his lady love, Alain had perhaps only yielded to an enthu- 
 siastic impulse to be regretted by and by. Best to make 
 sure of the constancy of his sentiments, fortify her power 
 during the period imposed bylaw, and in ten months' time 
 if his tenderness was lasting, reward his perseverance by 
 telling him how she came into her own again against her 
 husband's design, by her sister's kindness. 
 
 Lady Houlbecq did not see it was difficult to keep such 
 triumphant tidings long. All she thought of was the still 
 distant bliss of linking her destiny for ever to her adored's 
 and she felicitated herself on having witnessed overnight 
 the betrothal of Vivette, who could not disengage herself 
 whatever might be her regret when she saw Alain of 
 Trigavou again. She could not fail to see him, for it was 
 settled that the count should often come to the Friedland 
 Avenue mansion as a friend. Besides, the unsuspecting 
 Derquy would not be slow to inform his intended of 
 Trigavou's resurrection. 
 
128 The Condemned Door 
 
 In less time than it takes to write it, Flavia thought of all 
 this, and, amid fondlings, said of a sudden : — 
 
 " Now I believe you. You have sworn it under heaven, 
 and if you are a perjurer, heaven will punish you." 
 
 The last of the Trigavoua had nowise expected to hear 
 the wronged baron's widow call heaven to witness the oath 
 consecrating a shameful amour, but he was sufficiently his 
 master not to smile, and he protested anew against the 
 lingering doubt of his suspicious divinity. 
 
 " Cheer up, woman of little faith," said he impiously. " I 
 have always been the pattern for lovers and shall never 
 change. My fidelity will resist time and events. Have you 
 not found that so already ? And nothing can come wores 
 than the crisis we have gone through. Now for more trouble- 
 some matters. Down there in the Breton country a sword 
 of Damocles is hanging over your head by the finest hair. 
 What shield have you against the danger 1 " 
 
 " I meant to have fled from France, but you oppose it, and 
 as you are my lord and master I shall obey." 
 
 " Mark — two men are to be feared " 
 
 " Calorguen and — and " 
 
 " Dr. Avangour." 
 
 "Why the doctor?" 
 
 " Because he must know many things, and I believe he is 
 set against me. Moreover, there's your sister, before whom 
 you spoke imprudently." 
 
 " She will not speak." 
 
 " But she will act." 
 
 " What can we do as regards her ? " 
 
 " Nothing. Otherwise I may do considerable." 
 
 " How ? " 
 
 "I must get back the note you wrote. It is clear 
 Calorguen no longer has it. The prison searcher would have 
 found it. Therefore he hid it away before arrest." 
 
 " Or entrusted it to somebody ? " 
 
 " Just so. The puzzle is to light upon the hiding-place or 
 custodian, which I charge myself with," 
 
A Terrible Sweetheart 129 
 
 " Then yon mean to go into Brittany — to theHunandaie % 
 " Why not ? How natural after a month's touring that 
 I should spend a few days on my little property before 
 settling definitely in town. An excellent way, too, for 
 silencing the scandal-mongers mayhap commenting on my 
 absence. None better than I know the castle, its surround- 
 ings, and the country folk of the township. I can make a 
 thorough inquest without any show of it. I shall give Dinan 
 a turn, and if I meet Dr. Avangour find out what he has in 
 his brain.'* 
 
 " And should you meet my sister around Trigavou ? " 
 
 " Well, I'll bow to her and no more. You cannot expect 
 
 to conceal that I live, and I hope you are no longer jealous. 
 
 Besides, she'll not go down to Trigavou alone. Olivier will 
 
 accompany her. Between ourselves, that is not the correct 
 
 thing, but since they are to be married " 
 
 " I would it yi ere to-morrow ! " 
 
 " I have the same wish for it to be over promptly," Alain 
 hastened to say on seeing Lady Houlbecq's countenance darken, 
 for he wished to tranquillize her upon his aim in that quarter. 
 " I dine this evening with Derquy, who will certainly pro- 
 claim his approaching nuptials, which I shall urge him to press 
 on. On the same occasion I shall drop a word or two upon my 
 projected excursion — which you do not disapprove, I suppose." 
 " Would I could do it with you." 
 
 "Now, that would be a blunder and no mistake ! Were 
 you to set up in the castle again you would attract general 
 attention. It's lucky the public have not troubled about you 
 since the general's death. And if Calorguen learns that you 
 have come down at the same time as I, he's the man to let all 
 out. I shall take ray precautions to keep it dark that I have 
 reappeared. But the best thing is to manage his escape, and 
 if our simple Olivier will help me I'll succeed in that." 
 " When do you intend going *?" interrupted the baroness. 
 " As soon as possible. First I must learn what can be done 
 with Derquy, which will be this evening. About four to 
 morrow you will receive me — a ceremonipus visit of condolence-. 
 K 
 
130 The Condemned Door 
 
 All the better if yonr sister be present, for I shall bear myself 
 in such a style that her fancy will fade away. The day after 
 to-morrow we will meet here again to arrange our plan of 
 campaign, to be carried out by myself alone. You remain in 
 Paris whilst I am scouring the plains, but I shall keep you 
 informed upon my operations, for there's no danger now in 
 our writing. Neither of us is mixed up with the case. If 
 the police had wanted to involve you it would have been done 
 before this. I even hope you will be spared the nuisance 
 of giving evidence in the court room. Needless to repeat that 
 the true aim of my trip is to recover your confounded auto- 
 graph and destroy it." 
 
 " Don't hunt for it in Calorguen's cottage. The police have 
 searched it high and low." 
 
 " But not all the cottages around ? " 
 
 " He lived alone with his old paralyzed mother and a half 
 idiotic child, with no friends among the neighbours and no 
 mates among our servants. I cannot think of anybody he 
 would have confided the writing to. During our interview 
 he told me it was not his mother, as she might have read it." 
 
 " By Jove, there's a clue there ! He has chosen some 
 illiterate fellow as guardian — lots of them at Trigavou, I 
 know. I will seek about and I shall find." 
 
 "He promised to return me the note, and I believe he 
 would, had not the gendarmes arrested him." 
 
 " Therefore, I repeat, he's not going to say anything so long 
 as he is not condemned. If it chances so, he will not be 
 believed were the cursed paper destroyed. Now, if you'll 
 believe me, you'll no longer defer telling your sister I am 
 living. Her intended Olivier will soon be doing it, and she 
 must not be let suppose you were trying to keep the truth 
 back from her. Your interest is to be first in with the news 
 in this 1 ace of intelligence. I do not see any inconvenience in 
 her knowing through you that I am off into Brittany to work 
 for her pet. In our complicated situation we ought to play 
 with cards above-board as the only means to win the stakes.'* 
 
 '* You ftr« right, And besidesi 1 axn eager to m% hoW 
 
A Terrible Sweetheart 131 
 
 Vivette will take the news of your resurrection. If she 
 declares she loves you still and will wed no other " 
 
 " Pooh ! you can throw cold water on her by recalling her 
 engagement to her cousin. I even empower you to say that 
 I do not love her." 
 
 " Enough ! I believe you now." 
 
 "A lucky thing." 
 
 " How can I help being distrustful when I am jealous 1 
 But you see me pacified now. I shall follow your counsel 
 bit by bit, and we tog tlier will reach our goal through all 
 obstacles." 
 
 " Union is strength," observed Alain, returning the em- 
 brace of his terrible goddess. 
 
 The reconciliation was complete, and the interview finished 
 as it had commenced. Flavia, full of happiness and intoxi- 
 cated with hope, tore herself away and returned to her 
 mansion, where her sister awaited her. 
 
CHAPTEE XXII 
 
 HER MOST DANGEROUS RIVAL 
 
 Lady Houlbecq took a cab to reach her residence the sooner, 
 and went straight on entering into the little sitting-room 
 where Yivette passed her evenings. There she found her 
 needle-working by the fireside as usual, and no more gay 
 than, on the eve. The guilty woman should have felt a 
 twinge of conscience at this calm scene of domestic life, after 
 her trip to the garden of forbidden fruit. She should have 
 envied the maid who, thrusting aside a hopeless lover 
 decided to wed an honourable man for whom she only yet 
 entertained a warm friendship. But the baroness never 
 thought of admiring sacrifices of this sort, Eesignation was 
 not her strong point, and her sister's wisdom merely excited 
 her scorn. All she had in her mind was to test the touch- 
 stone which the Count of Trigavou advised her to apply to 
 Vivette, and she set to work offhand. 
 
 " Has Olivier come while I have been away ? " she inquired. 
 
 " I do not think so," rejoined the other, without raising her 
 eyes. 
 
 " Well, had he come he would have asked to see you." 
 
 " I was alone, and I should not have received him." 
 
 " Why not 1 Are you not betrothed 1 " 
 
 " That is rather too strong a word," murmured Mdlle. de 
 Bourbriac. 
 
 " Olivier believes so, and on good foundation after your 
 conversation with him yesterday. Changed your mind 1 " 
 
 '*No. I have no repugnance to marrying him — later 
 on." 
 
Her most Dangerous Bival 133 
 
 " No repugnance and no eagerness, itstrikes me." 
 
 "I do not know how to answer you, and I am astonished 
 at your pressing me to explain my sentiments regarding him. 
 I am too much embarrassed to define them. My cousin 
 deserves the love." 
 
 " But you do not love him. Is that it 1 " 
 
 " I do not think the time has come. I told him so before 
 you, and he accepted the delay." 
 
 " He also accepted your strange alliance to go and try to ex- 
 tricate from the grasp of justice the man whom the universal 
 voice accuses of killing my husband. I do not gainsay this, 
 though the fellowship ensuing from this association seems to 
 me passably improper. I forewarn you that, when your 
 enterprise comes to an end, yoti will have to marry him for 
 your reputation's sake. Society does not allow girls to 
 scamper over mead and lawn for months at a time with a 
 man, even when the man is a cousin." 
 
 *' You forget I am five-and-twenty." 
 
 " What does that matter when he is only thirty ? And a 
 naval officer will never pass as a schoolboy. Since you must 
 marry Olivier sooner or later, let it be immediately." 
 
 " A month after the death of my brother-in-law ! Olivier 
 himself desires nothing of the kind." 
 
 " Only because he fears to vex you, but he is not the less 
 vexed himself at having to wait. Between ourselves, it is 
 not handsome on your part to impose so long a probation. 
 You may go back on your determination in a year, and if 
 you do your conduct will be most blamable. Hence I 
 counsel your ending the suspense now, unless you have some 
 hidden resolution." 
 
 " What about ? " 
 
 " Come, come, little sister, don't pretend not to under- 
 stand me. Yesterday you owned to me that you loved the 
 Count of Trivagou fondly. I fear you '^have not forgotten 
 him," 
 
 " And I never shall, come what may ; but he is no more ; 
 and my fondness for him becomes a mere remembrance." 
 
134 The Condemned Door 
 
 " He is said to be dead, but there is no proof. Perhaps 
 you hope to see him again." 
 
 " If I had cherished that hope, I would not have deferred 
 Olivier for a year, but refused altogether to marry him." 
 
 This declaration made Lady Houlbecq start and compre- 
 hend that indirect questions could obtain nothing but incom- 
 plete answers. 
 
 " So, if the Count of Trigavou were alive,'' she began. 
 
 " I would never marry," replied the other unhesitatingly. 
 
 " Oh, but you would — and the partner he ! '* 
 
 "No, He no more than another. But what pleasure 
 can you find in torturing me thus ? You know well that he 
 is dead." 
 
 Plavia, pale to whiteness, looked steadily at the speaker, 
 and abruptly said : 
 
 " Alain of Trigavou is alive." 
 
 " That's not true ! " cried the other. " You say that to 
 try me." 
 
 " He lives, I repeat, and I can swear to it." 
 
 " Have you seen him ? " 
 
 " Olivier has, yesterday, and he wrote me the happy news. 
 Our poor cousin is delighted to recover a friend, for before he 
 sailed to China he was intimate with our neighbour, and he 
 has never suspected that the count pleased you also. Per- 
 haps he will be less satisfied on learning the tendency of your 
 heaii;, which he will discover unless you marry him speedily.' 
 
 Yivette did not protest ; she still doubted. 
 
 "No, I cannot credit this," she faltered. "If the count 
 were not dead we should have heard something about him 
 during the month of his disappearance." 
 
 " Why so ? " retorted Lady Houlbecq coldly. " He was in 
 Scotland. He has full right to travel incognito. He has no 
 near relatives. To whom, therefore, is he obliged to write 1 
 You did not expect a letter, did you, any more than 11" 
 
 " Certainly not ; still " 
 
 " Or his tenant of the Hunaudaie, or his housekeeper in 
 town? Still less, you will admit. He does not have to 
 
Her most Dangerous Bival 135 
 
 account for his movements to his hired servants. I wonder 
 now how I was so silly as to take as serious the rural chatter 
 of Dr. Avangour and the replies of a porter to that dull- 
 brained Olivier, who ought to kick himself, as I believe the 
 latest slang of our young men has it, for so lightly spreading 
 about a tale of a man whom he ran up against in the street 
 at our very door." 
 
 " At our door *? " repeated Vivette, mechanically. 
 
 " Yes, truly. Paris life is full of such chance meetings. 
 The count came back that very morning," having quitted the 
 Hunaudaie two days before my husband's death, which he 
 read of in Scotland in the papers. He told cousin that he 
 would give us an early call to-morrow." 
 
 " To-morrow ! Are you going to receive him ? " 
 ' " Of course ; I have no motive to order the doors to be 
 closed on him." 
 
 " I shall not see him ; I have no wish to see him." 
 
 " Are you, then, so little sure of yourself that your fear 
 is great to face him ? " 
 
 No answer from Vivette, whose silence was equivalent 
 to an avowal. Lady Houlbecq thus took it, and said to 
 herself her sister might be her most dangerous rival. Alain's 
 vows only partly reassured her, and his boastful disinterested- 
 ness might melt away if Vivette revoked and accepted the 
 general's splendid bequest. In any event, better not expose 
 Alain to temptation, and the best of all ways to preserve 
 him was to discourage Vivette's secret hopes in order to 
 push her into Cousin Olivier's arms. Lady Houlbecq did 
 not hesitate. 
 
 ** In fact," she resumed, "you are right to avoid the count, 
 for I see you are not cured of the silly sentiment troubling 
 your brain. And you are not wrong, either, in believing he 
 does not care for you." 
 
 "Has he told you so?" asked Mdlle. de Bourbriac 
 quickly. 
 
 "Your question is absurd. On what occasion could he 
 have stated that he never noticed you and that you are 
 
136 The Condemned Door 
 
 perfectly indifferent to him ? I am your sister, and, even 
 had he divined that you had a fondness for him, he would 
 not have chosen me as confidante of his sentiments regard- 
 ing you. But I do not admit that, with his personal 
 advantage and his rank, the Count of Trigavou could have 
 kept his heart free up to his thirty-fifth year, abiding 
 a place to plant it. I am certain he remains a bachelor 
 only because he is nam cured. You are no girl, and I can 
 speak freely." 
 
 " You mean he is in love with some one whom he will 
 not marry " 
 
 " Cannot marry 1 " 
 
 " She is a married woman, you mean ? " 
 
 "Probably." 
 
 " Do you know who it is ? " inquired Vivette, visibly 
 blanching. 
 
 " Were I to answer yes, you would want me to name her, 
 and I do not intend to do that. Women ought never to 
 betray one another, and the count's secrets are no concern 
 of mine. He has not entrusted this to me, but I am 
 astonished you never guessed it, as you were at all the 
 parties where he went last winter. Though you may be 
 no observer, you have only to call to mind, or to inquire, 
 easily to learn what you wish to know." 
 
 " I long to know nothing, and I am not going to trouble 
 society," responded Mdlle. de Bourbriac, gloomily. 
 
 " What do you mean by that 1 " 
 
 "What I gave oat already. I shall retire into Brittany 
 and only attend to objects of charity." 
 
 " What about Olivier 1" 
 
 " I cannot prevent him coming down to Trigavou to gather 
 favourable testimony for Calorguen. But I do not consider 
 myself engaged to him. The future is under the sole con- 
 trol of God. Olivier must wait." 
 
 Lady Houlbecq frowned with the thought — 
 
 " Yivette only half believes me when I assert Alain has 
 another love. She does not despair of winning him to her. 
 
Her most Dangerous Bival 137 
 
 and who can deny she may succeed 1 He also is going down 
 to Brittany to his farm, not far from the cottage where the 
 old Caiorguen woman is dying. I must put that dolt Olivier 
 on his guard. Oh, if I could only speak and tell this love- 
 sick girl, 'Alain is my darling, and I forbid you even 
 thinking of him. If he dares marry you I'll kill him with 
 my own hands ! ' " 
 
 The baroness was on the verge of uttering this audacious 
 and perilous threat. Jealousy filled her heart, and she would 
 have ruined all rather than let Alain be another's. She 
 restrained herself, however, thinking there would be time 
 to act at the extremity if the count paid his addresses to 
 Vivette. 
 
 " And I am going to leave immediately," went on Mdlle. 
 de Bourbriac. 
 
 "Nothing hinders you. You can put up at the castle, 
 as it is yours," said Lady Houlbecq, not without a sting. 
 
 " No. Since I do not accept your husband's heritage, my 
 first care on arriving will be to have the Dinan lawyer make 
 out the deed of renunciation." 
 
 " Won't you reflect before you despoil yourself 1 " 
 
 " All my reflections are made. Until I buy a house I like, 
 I shall live with Mother Caiorguen." 
 
 " You are free to live where you please." 
 
 " I regret parting from you, but yesterday you made me 
 comprehend how necessary it was. Besides, you are going to 
 leave France for ever, you said." 
 
 " Oh, no ; I have altered my mind." 
 
 " May I know why ? " inquired Vivette after a pause. 
 
 Her eyes and Flavia's met, and the sisters exchanged a 
 long look. The younger sought to read the elder's soul, 
 while she forced herself to keep an impenetrable countenance, 
 and replied rather dryly — 
 
 " I am not also free to do as I like ? " 
 
 " Completely free. So you remain in town % " 
 
 " Not here, though. I have charged some one to find me 
 rooms, but you are not obliged to stay till I find them. 
 
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 "Whether you give up your brother-in-law's succession or not, 
 you can dispose of the money, his first testament." 
 
 " I know that. I shall be off to-morrow." 
 
 " Without seeing Olivier ? " 
 
 " Without seeing anybody," rejoined Vivette, rising. 
 
 Lady Houlbecq did not try to detain her. She was wonder- 
 ing to herself, " Has she guessed I love Alain ? Maybe. 
 Well. What do I care as long as he is mine ? She cannot 
 steal him away, for I shall not let him go into Brittany." 
 
CHAPTEE XXIII 
 
 THE MAGNET CITY CONTINUES TO DRAW 
 
 At the same time as Lady Houlbecq was cruelly torturing 
 her sister, Olivier Derquy promenaded the Boulevard des 
 Italiens on Dr. Avangour's arm, to kill the evening till he 
 had to go and dine with the Count of Trigavou. Our good- 
 hearted Olivier was delighted at having so well employed the 
 previous day. He had found a friend believed dead ; he had 
 made the proposal so well received by the Yivette whom he 
 loved since boyhood ; all this was enough to render him 
 happy and he was radiant with his joy, though dashed a 
 little with regret at not having been received just now on 
 calling at the house in Friedland Avenue. 
 
 The doctor, met at the corner of Helder Street, appeared 
 much less gay, and yet Olivier had told him of meeting the 
 count returned from Scotland, in Monceau Park. Without 
 trying to hide his astonishment, Avangour heard the relation 
 out with much attention, and only interrupted at times for 
 supplementary explanations. He even shook his head in 
 token of doubt, and he did not feel perfectly convinced that 
 the hermit of Hunaudaie had wasted a whole month in the 
 Highlands. This doubt was intensified when the lieutenant 
 mentioned the man followed by the pair of them to the 
 corner of Teheran Street and asserted that this was not the 
 Breton farmer. 
 
 " I am certain I am not mistaken," cried he quickly. " I 
 know Pillemer like his master, or even better, for I have 
 seen more of him. The count has never called me in, pro- 
 bably because he is always hale, but his man has come over 
 to my study at Dinan, not once, but a dozen times." 
 
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 "Then how comes it this man did not recognise the 
 count ? " objected the naval officer. 
 
 " It is still more extraordinary that the count did not call 
 to him." 
 
 " He did not see him." 
 
 " He must have had eyes ; but you saw him, and you must 
 have pointed him out." 
 
 " So I did. He repeated that his farmer was not in town 
 and could not have come, and he pretends that you took some 
 rural visitor for Pillemer." 
 
 " Ha ! he knows I was with you when you met that man 
 in the St. Honore Faubourg ? " 
 
 " There's no reason I should keep that back. I even told 
 him that it was you who picked him out. Do you judge me 
 wrong ? " 
 
 " No, no, my dear sir. Stick to the proverb : ^ Tell the 
 truth and shame the unmentionable gentleman below.'" 
 
 " Still, doctor, I see you are not pleased." 
 
 " I fear that the lord of Trigavou will accuse me of med- 
 dling with what does not concern me." 
 
 " Should he say so, I will remind him that when you joined 
 with me in dogging Pillemer, or whomsoever it was, we were 
 ignorant that Pillemer's landlord was alive." 
 
 "Very true," murmured Avangour. "And. anyway, it is 
 a matter of indifference to me whether my lord of Trigavou 
 thinks ill or well of me." 
 
 " Not a friend of yours ? " 
 
 " No. I have very seldom come in contact with him. I 
 have met him two or three times at most, whilst he was on 
 the farm in summer time." 
 
 " It strikes me he did not capture you then 1 " 
 
 " I do not like men who hide their lives." 
 
 " I was not aware he hid his." 
 
 " His life down among us was an owl's. Nobody ever saw 
 him in the daytime, and it was presumed he roved at night.' 
 
 " He has much changed. When I knew him, no man wa« 
 better known." 
 
The Magnet City continues to Draio 141 
 
 " So he is still here in Paris. His love of solitude only 
 rules him in Brittany. But he has the right to live in his 
 own style. If I do not treat him with all the fairness, let 
 alone kindness, he may merit, it is because I cannot help my 
 grudge against his farmer, who is the accuser of that hapless 
 gamekeeper. I do not say Calorguen is innocent or that 
 Pillemer is bearing him false witness, but Pillemer is the 
 reverse of sympathetic to me in the highest degree. He is 
 still more shady than the master of Trigavou. All the 
 country people hate him." 
 
 " And you cast upon the lord some of the overflow of 
 antipathy inspired by the varlet ? Well, I assure you that my 
 dear Alain is no enemy of Calorguen's. Daring the long 
 conversation of yesterday he never spoke one single word 
 against the man. He even promised to question his tenant 
 farmer and hold the whip over him to know if he did not lie 
 in affirming that he had seen the keeper steal along the park 
 wall at the hour of the crime." 
 
 " What ! Is the count going down to the Hunaudaie 
 before the trial 1 '^ 
 
 " I know nothing about it. Bat if he does it will be to 
 try to be useful to Calorguen. Anyway, I am going down 
 and should Alain do so, we will work together to demonstrate 
 the poor fellow's innocence." 
 
 " Don't you fear you may damage his case in trying to 
 strengthen it ? Judges are distrustful, and they may want 
 to know why you are so hot in defending the man accused, 
 of General Houlbecq's murder." 
 
 " If such an impertinent question is put to me I should 
 answer the whole bench that my cousin — my wife soon to be 
 — firmly believes that Calorguen is not guilty. It is quite 
 natural I should interest myself in him." 
 
 "Beyond doubt. But I advise you not to mention Mdlle. 
 
 de Bourbriac, who will do wrong to meddle in the sad case." 
 
 •' Still, she has decided to meddle actively with it, and I do 
 
 not censure her. What has she to fear 1 I do not suppose 
 
 anyone will suggest her complicity ? " 
 
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 " That would be shameful — aye, and absurd ! It is none 
 the less true that public opinion would be unfavourable to 
 her. She would be blamed for interfering on behalf of the 
 murderer of her brother-in-law." 
 
 " By Jove, doctor, perhaps you are right ! " said Olivier, 
 struck by Dr. Avangour's persistence in denoting an evident 
 danger. " I know what the country is, and how gossips 
 thrive. I shall try to calm my cousin and preach moderation 
 to her." 
 
 He did not know that it was too late since, from the night 
 before, Vivette had determined to push matters to the 
 extreme. In talking with her he had understood that she 
 thought of settling down at the castle, or near by, where he 
 had promised to join her. But he was ignorant that, as the 
 outcome of a stormy explanation with her sister, she had 
 resolved to start the next day. 
 
 Dr. Avangour was felicitating him on the praiseworthy 
 intention he announced when a gentleman came out of a cigar 
 shop near the Opera Passage right upon them and exclaimed : 
 
 " Thunder ! The doctor ! Here's a slice of luck ! " 
 
 " How are you, commander 1 I hardly expected to meet 
 you in town." 
 
 "Well, I don't run up often," answered the gentleman 
 glancing at Olivier askant as he was eyeing him. 
 
 " Allow me to introduce a fellow countryman and a brother 
 seaman — Lieutenant Derquy," 
 
 " It seemed to me the gentleman was no stranger, and I 
 hope he remembers me." 
 
 *' Commander Jugon, if I am not mistaken," said Olivier. 
 
 " The man himself, youngster, the genuine old Jugon who 
 commanded the good old frigate Terpsichcore before you left 
 the naval school. Mightily flattered that you remember 
 me, spite of damages through time and weather. My 
 whiskers were pepper and salt before you sailed— now they 
 are all snow, sir. Excuse me not making you out at the 
 first squint, but bless you, you have decked your figure-head, 
 let your beard groWi by jingo 1 " 
 
The Magnet City continue to Draio 143 
 
 " It's allowed us on the China station, commander." 
 
 "Ay, I know they sail with the old regulations slung 
 overboard like the pirate's logbook when the cruiser bear 
 down ; still, under regulations, you do your duty, boy, and 
 win the bit of red ribbon you wear at your button-hole. 
 My compliments, lad ! you cut in for it like a brick. Admiral 
 Courbet logged you down several times. I believe you sailed 
 on the BayardP 
 
 " Yes, commander ; I was wounded in the action of the 
 30th August and sent home on a year's leave. I got into 
 Paris day before yesterday." 
 
 " Then I hope to have you down to LanvoUon. Fond of 
 hunting?" 
 
 " I'm not afraid of it," replied Olivier modestly. 
 
 " That's enough. I can count you in this winter. Mean- 
 while, I hope we shall meet right often in the city. I have 
 come up for a month's cruise after ten years' absence. So I 
 am dropping in on all the novelties. Where do you think I 
 was bound when I came athwart you ] Why to the Grevin 
 Museum. Come along with me ! " 
 
 " Many thanks, commander, but I " 
 
 "Bear me company to the port's mouth, anyhow. Our 
 dear Avangour will not affront us by steering off so soon. I 
 am fresh from the daisies and hedgeroses, and am full chock 
 a-block with news to tell ye." 
 
 This sufficed to overcome Derquy and even to attract the 
 doctor, who recollected clearly how the commander at the 
 general's funeral, in the graveyard before a throng, had 
 given his opinion on the causes of the murder and on some 
 the still inexplicable facts. 
 
 The two flanked the old sea-officer, and thus the trio con- 
 tinued to stroll in the direction of the Montmartre Boulevard. 
 
CHAPTEE XXIV 
 
 WHO SOUNDED THE LURE 1 
 
 " My dear fellow," began J agon, " I suppose I shall not 
 have to tell you of my regretted neighbour's sad end. He 
 was your relative " 
 
 " By marriage. Lady Houlbecq is my cousin german," 
 
 " A charming lady, whom everybody pities. I would have 
 gone to see her on my arrival only I feared being intiTisive ; 
 but I am sorry for her misfortune and beg you to tell her so." 
 
 Derquy bowed. This hearty expression of sympathy 
 pleased him. He did not believe that his future sister-in-law 
 could be suspected, but, as a kinsman ought, he was glad to 
 hear that the general's friends interested themselves in the 
 widow. This language seemed also to please Dr. Avangour, 
 more sceptical in these matters than Vivette's betrothed. 
 
 " No doubt you know," pursued the old seaman, " that 
 they've arrested and locked up one of poor Houlbecq's 
 keepers, an old soldier of the very squadron he commanded 
 in the war of 18V0." 
 
 " I know that and believe they're wrong." 
 
 " I coincide. But what you perhaps do not know is that 
 Houlbecq was at my house at Lanvollon, when he suddenly 
 shot off home to be killed so vilely in one of his own castle 
 windows." 
 
 " I have been told so without knowing what possessed him 
 to fly home." 
 
 " Just imagine that we were all toasting St. Hubert joUily, 
 a dozen round the board and the general the merriest of the 
 crew. After dinner, and before coffee came in, he went up 
 
Who Sounded the Lure ? 145 
 
 into his room for a box of cigars for us, brought over in his 
 dressing-case. We awaited him as the monks wait for the 
 abbot— drinking lustily till he should come. But we never 
 saw him more. Without informing me even of his departure 
 he ordered the horse to be put to his dogcart, and was 
 rattling away on the Trigavou road in a quarter of an hour. 
 Mark that he had come over in an open vehicle, and that it 
 was pouring with rain." 
 
 " What had happened 1" 
 
 " That's what puzzles us, and what the investigating judge 
 asked me when I was called before him. I had to reply that 
 I did not know, for it was not till later the idea struck me 
 that he must have found some writing in his room which 
 started him post-haste to Trigavou. Who had brought him 
 a letter? I hauled my servants over the coals. They said 
 nobody to their knowledge had gone up to the second floor 
 where I lodged the baron. Still I learnt that one outsider, 
 suspicious to me, had come into the kitchen. He had often 
 done that before. He don't live far from Lanvollon and 
 knows my men, who let him in and gabble with him. I for- 
 bade them receiving him for the future, but the tar kettle 
 had been upset." 
 
 " Of whom are you speaking ? " inquired the doctor quickly. 
 
 " You know the rascal well ; the farmer of the Hunaudaie 
 named Pillemer." 
 
 " Pillemer ! " repeated the navy officer. " Do you suspect 
 him of writing to General Houlbecq ? " 
 
 " Or at least of bringing a letter which induced the poor 
 veteran to return abruptly to Trigavou," said Commander 
 Jugon. " As for his writing, that's another matter, for firstly 
 I doubt if he is any fist at writing. And then, if, as I believe, 
 the object of the letter was to decoy Houlbecq into a death- 
 trap, Pillemer's part would be limited to a messenger's." 
 
 " From whom ? " 
 
 " Now you have me with my line in a knot. I am knee- 
 deep in suppositions, for nobody has come across the note 
 the general probably lit his pipe with it. But I'll bet a. 
 
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146 The Condemned Door 
 
 ship to a shallop Pillemer is a bad lot. Do you know 
 himr' 
 
 " I have heard nobody but him spoken of lately," replied 
 Olivier, evasively. " But it will be easy for me to know him 
 from the keel to the ball, for I am to dine with his 'landlord 
 this afternoon." 
 
 " The Count of Trigavou 1 Has he turned up again 1 " 
 
 " Yes, indeed ! I met him yesterday." 
 
 " I am not taken aback. Down our way they said he was 
 dead. I never believed it. Trigavou is not a man to love 
 going under hatches. Well, as you're going to meet him, put 
 it to him straight : Why does his farmer hang round Lan- 
 vollon ? And add that I have ordered him to be kicked out 
 if ever he dares step inside my house." 
 
 "No doubt the count is ignorant of what Pillemer does. 
 But I will pass the word, commander, though there's nothing 
 agreeable in it. Are you on bad terms with the count ] " 
 
 " On neither bad nor good. I never see him, my boy. He' 
 is a skulker who steers clear of the joskins. He don't care 
 for sport, only for Parisian pastimes. Bah ! a pretty Breton 
 — nobody ever saw the like ! " 
 
 " Still he does spend part of the year on native soil." 
 
 " Because he has not a penny to bless himself with. He 
 only rusticates in order to save what he does no good with. 
 I had no idea that you were so fond of him." 
 
 " We are not bosom friends, but I saw a good deal of him 
 in former times, and I was delighted to find him again on 
 my return from China. Besides, I have need of him just 
 now, for Pillemer is the very man who accuses Calorguen 
 the keeper, and Trigavou promised me to question his tenant 
 to extract the truth." 
 
 *' Hem ! I am afraid that master and man are steward 
 and purser — a pair o' rogues." 
 
 *• You are severe, commander," observed Derquy, a little 
 vexed to hear a man so spoken of whom he called friend. 
 " Clearly you are prejudiced against your neighbour at the 
 Hunaudaie." 
 
Who Sounded the Lure ? 147 
 
 " I own that, and I may be wrong. But ask the doctor 
 what he thinks of the party." 
 
 " Useless," replied Derquy, smiling. " The Doctor has made 
 himself plain on that point, not hiding that he does not dote 
 on the master of Trigavou." 
 
 "I gave my reasons," added Avangour. 
 " Yes, much like the commander's. Gentlemen, I do not 
 undertake to plead the cause of poor Alain, who, I vow, 
 is better than his reputation. Besides, I hope you are not 
 going to accuse him of mixing in with Pillemer's con- 
 spiracies." 
 
 "No," rejoined Jugon, plainly, "and the proof is that 
 I asked you to carry my complaint about that knave to 
 him." 
 
 " I shall not fail to do so." 
 
 The doctor said nothing, and, as silence gives consent, 
 Derquy took it that he agreed with the naval veteran that 
 the lord of Trigavou was not to be held responsible for 
 his tenant's villainies. 
 
 " Let's speak no more of such people," resumed the old 
 seaman, "they're not worth the trouble. Here we are at 
 the entrance to the Grdvin Museum." 
 
 " And here we take our leave of you," cried Jugon's two 
 compatriots in chorus. 
 
 " No, no, I haven't towed you along to drop you at the 
 haven mouth. I have you fast, and', by all that's blue, I 
 shall hold on. You must come in with me. It will not 
 take long to inspect the show, and I'll cast off my grapplings 
 when we come forth. I have a dinner appointment with an 
 old friend of the service at six in the Palais Eoyal." 
 
 Olivier consulted his watch, and saw that he had time 
 enough for meeting the Count of Trigavou at his club. The 
 commander's talk interested him, and he did not despair of 
 obtaining further information. So he dragged Dr. Avangour 
 along, who had some hints to pick up in the same quarter. 
 
 The commander was already at the ticket office, paying 
 for the party. 
 
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 Derquy was a little astonished at the curiosity of this 
 navigator, who had traversed every sea and yet went out of 
 his way to see a waxwork show. He exchanged a smile 
 with the doctor, no less astonished than himself. But 
 Pillemer danced before their eyes, and as they had nothing 
 better to do they followed Jugon. They reckoned to get 
 him to discourse on the enigmatical farmer of the Hunaudaie, 
 but they reckoned without their host. Sixty-six years old 
 was this man-o'-war captain, but having always lived in cabin 
 or counting-house, he was not used up on Parisian exhibi- 
 tions, and his admiration was easily affected. 
 
 Scarcely had he entered the first room than he cried out 
 with surprise at the groups of theatrical and literary celebri- 
 ties unknown to him, and almost as much to the country 
 Galen. Hence Lieutenant Derquy had to name them. 
 
 Though coming from China last, he had often stayed in the 
 capital, and was sufiiciently well informed to play the 
 cicerone, though against his taste, for his thoughts were else- 
 where. The delighted son of Neptune made laughable com- 
 ments on the figures, and finally fell into ecstasy over that 
 of a celebrated actress whose eccentricities, pictured in the 
 papers received at LanvoUon, had often entertained him. In 
 his enthusiasm he declared that she was almost as handsome 
 as Lady Houlbecq, whom she did not resemble in the slightest 
 feature. Dr. Avangour tried to seize this opening to bring 
 the conversation back to the incidents preceding the general's 
 death, but failed. The old sea-dog did not listen, and would 
 not omit a single character. 
 
 When the hall had been visited in every turn and corner, 
 the two friends thought the long-drawn agony was over, but, 
 lo ! the remorseless drag exclaimed : 
 
 . " Now we have still the Chamber of Horrors to see, modelled 
 after that in Tussaud's Waxworks at London." 
 
 " What is that 1 " demanded the doctor. 
 
 " Don't you know 1 The cavern where they picture all the 
 celebrated crimes — the most curious of the collection. Come 
 along, my lads ! " 
 
Who Sounded the Lure ? 149 
 
 He pushed them, remonstrating, towards the staircase 
 which leads down into the basement, tricked out to impress 
 the lovers of tragic spectacle. Only twilight was let in? and 
 that gave the models a more life-like eifect. At this period 
 was shown the fishing up of a murdered man from the river 
 and the Czar, Alexander II., on the state deathbed — some- 
 thing for all tastes. 
 
 "These city chaps make money out of everything," said 
 the commander, leading the march. " Some of these days 
 they'll do the crime of Trigavou Castle." 
 
 "If ever they dared," began Derquy, angrily. 
 
 " You would beat in the dolls' heads with your cane ! 
 And quite right you'd be, my lad. But, bless you, it'll never 
 come to that. Anyway, first the trial must be over and 
 Caorguen condemned, to say nothing to Lady Houlbecq's 
 right to oppose their putting her on the stage. She was by 
 when her husband was shot down. But there'll be no need 
 for her to interfere to prevent an exhibition which the police 
 would certainly not allow. What I said just now was only 
 in joke— an idea that went through my head as we came down 
 into the cellar, so nicely set out to frighten youkers. Now, 
 let's inspect these sanguinary villains." 
 
 Derquy and Avangour had no desire, but they were too 
 far advanced to withdraw. Putting the best face on, they 
 followed th e untiring commander as he examined a series of 
 compartments where were represented in life-size the degrees 
 of crime ; the murder, the arrest, the preparation of the con- 
 demned men for the march to death — all were represented, 
 as was also the guillotine, which was visible in a well-painted 
 background. 
 
 M. Jugon could dwell on the scenes, as there was no crowd 
 this day. Before the last tableau, that of the scafibld, only 
 one man was stationed, leaning on the railing, completely 
 absorbed in the interesting sight before his nose. His back 
 was to them, and he did not budge if even he heard them 
 walking up. 
 
150 The Condemned Door 
 
 " Is that the guillotine ? " exclaimed the ancient marinei . 
 " I had altogether another idea of it. It looks for all the 
 world like the side view of a sewing-machine painted red ! " 
 
 At this singular comparison, not without some foundation 
 the spectator lifted his head and showed his countenance to 
 the speaker, who, to the great stupefaction of his companions, 
 sprang at him, grasped him by the collar, and dragged him, 
 under a gas jet at the entrance of the Chamber of 
 Horrors. 
 
 " What are^ you doing here, eh ? " he cried, shaking him 
 roughly. 
 
 The answer to this and other more sinister mysteries 
 will be found revealed in the second part. 
 
THE CONDEMNED DOOE. 
 
 VOLUME TWO. 
 
 CHAPTER XXV 
 
 AN AWKWARD ENCOUNTER 
 
 On seeing the stranger's face, both the doctor and the lieu- 
 tenant knew it. He recognised them too, for he turned pale. 
 
 "What am I doing here? Looking about me," he 
 stammered. 
 
 " Looking upon the machine by which your head will be 
 cut off, rascal ! At last I have got you ! I've been looking 
 out for you long enough." 
 
 " Am I not easy enough to find ? I don't live a great 
 stretch from you." 
 
 " I never want to go inside your caboose of the Hunaudaie, 
 and you have the sense not to steal up to LanvoUon since my 
 men have the word to sling you out of the door. But as I 
 have my grapnel on you, you'll account to me now." 
 
 " Account to you I Why to you 1 You're not my master." 
 
 " Lucky for you I am not ! And what pranks you play on 
 your master don't fret me. But I mean to know what you 
 were doing in my house St. Hubert's Night." 
 
 " Me 1 Nothing ! You know I am friendly with all the 
 folk at Lanvollon. Well, I was alone on the farm that day, 
 for master had gone away the evening before, so I came over 
 for good company — to eat a cake and swallow some cider — 
 and I took myself back home." 
 
 " At what time ? " 
 
152 The Condemned Door 
 
 " As nine were a-striking. I left your place at a quarter 
 to eight, and I did not go to sleep on the road." 
 
 " Good, so far. When you were at my place you kept to 
 the kitchen ? " 
 
 " I am certain sure I did. Ask any of your folks." 
 
 " They saw you go out, but did not notice when you 
 came in." 
 
 " And what for should I steal in underhanded-like ? Do 
 you think I would act the thief ? " 
 
 " I believe you are Jack of many a queer trade." 
 
 " Me ] How can you say so ? Me, that's been over thirty 
 year in the service of the old masters of Trigavou ; me, that 
 were borned on the land the count that's dead — long rest 
 him ! — sold— more's the hardship ! — to Baron de Houlbecq ! 
 Go to, your honour ! Ask a bit about me, that's well known 
 up hill and down vale, aye, and along the ridge too." 
 
 " Very fine ! but I am not a police magistrate and do not 
 want to know such things. What I do say is that on St. 
 Hubert's Night you did not come into LanvoUon House 
 purely to refresh yourself. You sneaked in with a letter for 
 General Houlbecq." 
 
 " Lord love us ! Me, that never knowed he was in the 
 house at all ! " 
 
 " At least you do know he was killed next day 1 " 
 
 " In course I does. Aye, and I know by who — in token of 
 which I named the villain and he's locked up." 
 
 " Calorguen — a better man than you." 
 
 *' Anyhow, I see him a-prowling along o' the park wall five 
 minutes arter the gun went off. It were the honest truth I 
 up and told the judge." 
 
 This dialogue might have run on long in this strain without 
 coming to an end, the one asserting, the other denying, for 
 the commander had no proofs. Meanwhile Derquy scruti- 
 nized the man he had " shadowed " the previous evening and 
 pronounced his face that of a rascal. He was astonished that 
 the Count of Trigavou gave his confidence to him, but he 
 forbore intervening in a discussion upon facts not known to 
 
An Awkward Encounter 153 
 
 him. The better-informed doctor saw that Jugon was on the 
 wrong track and stepped in to turn the interrogatory. 
 
 "Look ye, Pillemer," said he, with a coaxing air, " I do not 
 accuse you of anything, but I can ask you what is your busi- 
 ness in Paris 1 Is your farm left to look after itself alone ? " 
 
 "Asking your pardon and, eke, your excuses, good Dr. 
 Avangour,Ihave left my ploughman, Jacquot, and Nanon,the 
 dairy wench. As for the why and wherefore of your honour's 
 seeing me in the big city, I don't mind telling ye, provided 
 you promise not to let it go no further, because, look'ee, it's 
 all a bit o' downright foolishness on my part. Yes, I were a 
 fool not to stick to the Hunaudaie. But who can help some 
 o' these here things ? Why, any day these twenty year I've 
 been itching to go see Paris. I am e'ena'most the only man 
 round the village that's never seen 'un, and the lads chaff and 
 jeer me awful. Whereupon I screwed up my mind that I'd 
 see un', but I would no' let anybody know I was doing it. I 
 told Jacquot I must 'tend to the fairs in the Mayenne 
 District, and it 'ud keep me away nigh a week. Thereon, off 
 I starts with what clothes I had to my back, crossed the 
 Kance at Port St. Jean, walked to Dol, where I got me a 
 third-class return ticket, and here I be at your honour's 
 service." 
 
 " Come up simply for a stare about ? " said the commander. 
 " Do you think I shall swallow that ? " 
 
 " It's pure truth, anyhow, sir. This here trip be going to 
 cost me, at the least reckoning, all of fifty crowns, but it'll 
 satisfy my longing. I am able to afford it, too ; that's the 
 best consolation. But what a monstracious town this Paris 
 be ! I haven't any legs to go up and down the no end of 
 streets, saying nothing of them making you pay stiff for 
 every mortal thing. They plundered me of twenty pence to 
 let me in here, and I could 'a' seen the same waxen dollies 
 at Dinan Fair for a penny." 
 
 " What hardihood you have to say you came away without 
 changing your dress. Bubbish ! As long as I've known 
 you, I never saw you rigged out in such toggery." 
 
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 " Don't be hard on me 1 It's rough enough to be forced 
 to flower out like a Parisian. When I stepped out of the 
 railway station in my drugget waistcoat and my broad brim, 
 blessed if the little boys did not ' guy ' me like a beast in a 
 show. So I was druv to hire this here outfit of a second- 
 hand dealer, who 'grees to take 'em back and hand me my 
 own, d'ye see 1 " 
 
 Dr. Avangour had let Pillemer ramble without check. 
 He hoped he would mire himself, and deemed this the nick 
 in which to thrust the only question interesting him,to wit, 
 the relations of this disguised clown with Trigavou's lord. 
 " Where are you stopping ? " he abruptly demanded. 
 "In any inn that comes handy," replied the farmer, 
 without being disconcerted ; " it depends on what part I am 
 in at the time. For instance, last night as is, being out to 
 see the city slaughtering-houses at the Villette — a whacking 
 big little town — why, 1 had a bed there." 
 " Seen your master yet % " 
 
 " The count ? Oh, there's no fear of my going near him, 
 even if he were in Paris, seeing as how I left the farm 
 without his leave and license. Lor' ! what a trouncing he'd 
 give me ! By the same token, if any o' ye gentlemen meet 
 him, let me beseech ye not to tell him I frisked over the 
 hedges." 
 
 " If he is not in Paris, where would he be ? " 
 " Would I did know ! " sighed Pillemer. He left us the 
 eve of St. Hubert's — which it is the Day of the Dead — 
 mighty unlucky that same ! and never a word ha' I heerd 
 o' him sin'." 
 
 " How singular," remarked Derquy, " that you should have 
 
 been driving through Morceau Park yesterday " 
 
 " True enow that I were in a hackney coach," mumbled 
 Pillemer. "Very expensive that — but I never did that 
 before. So your honour saw me ? " 
 
 " Yes, and the Count of Trigavou might have seen you, for 
 he was there beside me." 
 " Is that so ? Keal true ? Well, I am glad to hear it ! 
 
An Awkward Encounter 155 
 
 Here's five good weeks without news of him, enough to 
 make me think somewhiles that he were dead." 
 
 "That's what you have been saying down our way," 
 grumbled Jugon. 
 
 " If I said it, it's 'cause I believe it, sir. But I am of good 
 cheer now this gentleman has seed him. Did he see me, 
 sir?" 
 
 This question to Derquy was answered negatively. 
 
 " But I told him you had gone by." 
 
 " Wait a bit," cried Pillemer, ** I can place it all now. It 
 was you who eyed me so hard when I stopped at a street 
 corner on the great street." 
 
 " M. Derquy is a cousin of Lady Houlbecq," observed the 
 doctor. 
 
 " Goodness gracious ! And I took him for a police spy." 
 
 " What'do you dare say 1 " cried the commander. 
 
 " Allow me ! Put yourself in my place. Down our way 
 they say Paris is full of secret policemen. I see a strange 
 gentleman hovering round me, Very well ; then I got scared 
 and jumped into a hackney-coach." 
 
 " You would not fear the police if your conscience was 
 clear." 
 
 " It is as clear as a whistle, commander. But I have had 
 no regular lodging since I came to Paris, and I feared that 
 was wrote on my face, so I cut away in the carriage and 
 never got out till I reached the Villette shambles." 
 
 " Never thought you so timid." 
 
 " The sum tottle is that my lord has larnt I am in town. I 
 shall have to go show myself now ! He would never look 
 over my keeping away." 
 
 " You will not find him at home at present. But I know 
 where he is, and will show you," said Derquy. 
 
 " I can't wish anything more, my kind gentlemen, though 
 I expect to catch it hot ; but you'll put in a good word for 
 me, eh, sir ? " 
 
 Pillemer seemed quite eager now to be brought before 
 the Count of Trigavou. He looked at the stairs uneasily, 
 
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 as if he feared the coming of somebody who would delay 
 him. 
 
 The doctor took Derquy on one side and said : 
 
 " The idea of bringing this man and Lord Trigavou into 
 contact is capital — on condition you are by — the only means 
 of making sure neither are lying in asserting that they have 
 not met in Paris." 
 
 " What, do you suspect Alain of playing a part ? " queried 
 the lieutenant. 
 
 Avangour had no time to reply, for Pillemer struck in : 
 
 " If it drags your honour out o' your road to see me to 
 master, just tell me where he is so I can find him by myself." 
 
 " At his club. But you would not be allowed in, whilst he 
 expected me . I will have him called down. Come on." 
 
 " I will go along," said the commander, "as I have a few 
 words for the count. Where's this club of his 1 " 
 
 " Corner of Opera Place." 
 
 " Very good. I can get to the Palais Eoyal from there." 
 
 Pillemer listened silently, in the way rustics have. He lost 
 not a word and doubtless profited by them. Still his eyes 
 were on the stairs, evidently anxious to be off. 
 
 " I shall go out with you," said the medical gentleman in 
 Olivier's ear, " but you can drop me on the road ; I don't 
 care to meet the count." 
 
 He led the way up the winding staircase, Pillemer next 
 and the two naval gentlemen following close, both perplexed, 
 athough far from incriminating Alain of Trigavou as re- 
 sponsible for his tenant's words and deeds. They rapidly 
 traversed the floor above and reached the Montmartre 
 Boulevard together. 
 
 Only a few paces from the museum entrance, before the 
 Jouffroy Passage, whom should they behold but the lord of 
 Trigavou coming towards them with long strides, like one 
 belated for an appointment. The doctor and the young 
 marine officer glanced meaningly at one another, struck with 
 the very same thought that the master had come to meet the 
 man. 
 
An Awkward Encounter 157 
 
 Pillemer, really excited, had already doffed his hat. 
 
 Blinded for a moment by a group of promenaders, Tri- 
 gavou came unexpectedly upon the four Bretons and started 
 back in amaze to see his tenant at the Hunaudaie guarded by 
 the three. But he recovered very quickly and saluted them 
 collectively with a " Howdy'e do, gentlemen ? Happy to meet 
 you." Then buttonholing Pillemer by his hired coat he rated 
 him roughly, spite of his pitiful air. 
 
 "Is this how you keep my property, you delinquent 
 scamp ? " shaking him too. "Who allow^ed you to come up 
 to town 1 My friend here told me yesterday that he saw 
 you in a carriage in Monceau Park, and I could not believe 
 it. Now I must trust my eyes. It appears that you indulge 
 in wild outings when I am away. I have likewise heard that 
 you have been telling the folks that I was dead. But I am 
 alive — very much alive — to your bad behaviour, and you shall 
 pay for it dearly. You can hie home to the Hunaudaie, but 
 only to pack up your things. You are no more my tenant. I 
 send you away." 
 
 Pillemer whined out what he had been telling of his 
 adventures. He melted in tearful excuses, swore he was 
 ready to go back and never leave the farm any more without 
 the authorisation of his lord and master. The observant 
 doctor thought his emotion was not sincere, and that 
 Trigavou's ire had not frightened him greatly. On the con- 
 trary, Derquy took the affair as serious, whilst Jugon thought 
 it a happy moment to pile the burning coals upon poor 
 Pillemer. 
 
 " My lord," said he, " I have not the honour to be among 
 your lordship's friends, but we have long been acquaintances, 
 and I can answer for it that everybody will approve of your 
 packing off this knave who gets you an ill name. This is the 
 cause of the general getting killed." 
 
 " How so, sir % " inquired Trigavou, coldly. 
 
 " He slipped into my house at LanvoUon on St. Hubert's 
 Night with a note, I believe, that enticed Baron Houlbecq 
 into hurried departure." 
 
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 " Did you do this ? " challenged the count of his tenant, 
 looking him in the white of the eyes, as the saying goes. 
 
 His tone was such that Dr. Avangour did not suspect the 
 count of feigning anger now. He had turned pale, frowned, 
 and seemed endeavouring to read Pillemer's inner self, whils 
 the latter showed indubitable embarrassment. 
 
 " Clearly," mused the doctor, " the count did not send his 
 man to Lanvollon, but nothing will make me think he did not 
 know his man was in town. I would not be much surprised 
 to hear he made appointments with him in Monceau Park 
 and the Grevin Museum. There's a secret tie between this 
 pair." 
 
 Pillemer denied this with much more energy than when he 
 was excusing his excursion. Commander Jugon's accusation 
 troubling him greater than all the count's threats and 
 reproaches. 
 
 " My lord," resumed the commander, " I do not care to 
 meddle with what does not concern me, and I have heard 
 your farmer's explanation. You are warned about him, and 
 you will kindly let ine take leave of these gentlemen." 
 
 Without awaiting a reply Commander Jugon shook hands 
 with his companions, gave the nobleman a cart nod, and 
 stalked off southwardly. 
 
 This colloquy had taken place in the street, a most fre- 
 quented spot, where they had been much jostled. Dr. Avan- 
 gour had no wish to continue it. He excused himself to 
 Derquy, who did not detain him, saluted the Count of 
 Trigavou, and made off, leaving the two with Pillemer. 
 
 " To-morrow morning, at my rooms, Miromesnil Street," 
 said his master, " I shall expect you to hand in your accounts . 
 Try to behave yourself properly till then. Now be off. I 
 have had enough of your company." 
 
 Pillemer did not ask a repetition of the order. He whirled 
 
 round and glided into the Jouffroy passage, where the crowd 
 
 hid him. Trigavou took Olivier's arm, and, drawing him 
 
 towards the Opera Square, said : 
 
 " Your friends seem rather set against me, but I fret very 
 
An Awkward Encounter 159 
 
 little about their opinion. Enough that we should move in 
 concord. I am starting at once on the work in the aid of 
 poor Calorguen, who seems to be more than ever innocent 
 ince I have to believe my farmer a rogue. His trip to Pari s 
 looks bad, sir, and his sneaking into LanvoUon House, on 
 St. Hubert's Night, still blacker. I will have it out with him 
 in the morning If he is playing any trick, I shall not spare 
 him, I assure you ; and if he bears false witness against the 
 keeper, I will force him to retract it before the very magis- 
 trate who received his deposition. But I have a piece of 
 news for you. I have been officially notified that my turn 
 has come for jury-call at the next assizes of the North Coast 
 Department. If I am put in the box to try Calorguen, I 
 need not tell you, my dear Olivier, that he will have a hearty 
 defender in me." 
 
 " My cousin will be very grateful," returned Derquy, try- 
 ing to smooth his wits, no little agitated by the incident in 
 the Grevin Museum and the commander's remarks. 
 
 " Now, take my word for it," pursued Trigavou, " we'll cut 
 all these stories, to dine free from care at my club. I'll carry 
 you straight to it and you'll meet there some capital fellows 
 whom you used to know and who will hurrah to see you ! 
 Tell them how you thrashed the long tails in the East, and, 
 after the dinner, if you like, we'll do the plays. In any case, 
 we'll have a pleasant evening together, and— devil take 
 serious affairs ! " 
 
CHAPTEE XXVI 
 
 SEEKING THE MAN OF MYSTERY 
 
 ViVETTE DE BouRBRiAC never broke her word and never went 
 back on a determination. Two days after the decisive inter- 
 view in which her sister had shown herself under a fresh 
 aspect, Vivette was in the afternoon train for Brittany. She 
 was off without seeing Lieutenant Derquy, as she had stated, 
 and without even a farewell to her sister. She went alone, 
 without the maid, who would have hampered her, rather 
 than helped her, on this hazardous expedition. She took 
 little baggage or money, although she might have carried 
 considerable of the latter, as the general's banker, under the 
 terms of the first will, held a hundred and fifty thousand 
 francs at her call. 
 
 English and American ladies often travel thus and no one 
 gainsays it ; but in France single ladies are held in the leash, 
 and Vivette risked her reputation in this adventure, though 
 at an age when a woman ought to enjoy the right to do as 
 she pleases. 
 
 But since her final interview with her sister, Vivette had 
 settled to live absolutely independent even if this freedom 
 prevented her marriage subsequently — a matter not on her 
 mind at present. 
 
 Wounded by Lady Houlbecq's perfidious shafts, she left 
 Paris to terminate an irksome position and to occupy herself 
 with Calorguen's deliverance. Though she had told her 
 sister the contrary, she deemed herself bound to Derquy, 
 and hoped to love him yet as she imagined a husband should 
 be loved, but she first wished to obtain calmness for her per- 
 
Seeking the Man of Mystery 161 
 
 tui-bed heart. She did not, therefore, wish her cousin to join 
 her too soon. 
 
 Count Trigavou she tried to forget. She had not divined 
 he was her sister's paramour, but she did not doubt he had a 
 conquest in Parisian society, and believed he would not cross 
 her path down in Brittany. 
 
 Vivette had only written to the gamekeeper's mother 
 about her journey, and instead of going through Dinan, 
 where many knew her, she went to St. Malo, and thence to 
 Trigavou by the Dinard boat and a hired vehicle. She 
 avoided the castle, where many reasons prevented her stay- 
 ing, and alighted at the gamekeeper's, where her room was 
 ready — Pierre's room, the only one empty. In a couple of 
 days her talent for household arrangements made it almost 
 comfortable. A woman came in to do the work, and she took 
 her meals beside the paralytic's bedside on the ground floor. 
 She could never induce little Yvon to sit opposite her. He 
 preferred to huddle himself upon his stool in the great fire- 
 place, and at first the guest had much difficulty in drawing a 
 few words from him. Then he became more sociable, and 
 she did not despair of sounding him after a while to good 
 purpose. 
 
 Otherwise, in her week of cottage life she had not lost her 
 time. All the village feasted her, and not one of the honest 
 toilers believed that Calorguen had slain his master, while 
 several did not scruple to call Pillemer a false witness. 
 
 Up at the castle, old Broladre, the gardener left in charge 
 by Lady Houlbecq, vowed that the gamekeeper was a victim 
 of some conspiracy, that the truth must come some day, and 
 that there were not twelve honest men for a jury in all the 
 country who would bring Pierre in guilty. 
 
 These unanimous protests consoled the 3"0ung lady, but did 
 not set her at ease so long as nobody pointed out the true 
 culprit, and the prisoner could not be liberated mereJy by 
 cursing the public prosecutor, the judges, and Grisaille, the 
 terrible gendarme officer. 
 
 Vivette heard that Dr. Avangour had returned to Dinan, 
 
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 and wondered no little that he did not come over to his 
 patient. She wanted to ask him if Calorguen was still in 
 solitary confinement, as she dared not write to him. So far, 
 she had not furthered the prisoner's cause, and resting thus 
 would not serve him. 
 
 Yivette had received no news from her sister, though 
 this silence did not astonish her after the scene which 
 enforced her departure. It was less comprehensible that 
 Derquy did not write. He could not be ignorant she had 
 abruptly left their town-house, and Lady Houlbecq must have 
 informed him whither she had gone. He ought to guess, 
 since she had confided her project to him of attempting Calor- 
 guen's freedom. Did he abstain out of delicacy from engag- 
 ing in correspondence, or did he intend flying thither without 
 herald to prevent her asking him not to come ? Whatever 
 the reason, Mdlle. de Bourbriac did not regret his absence ; 
 he would have fettered her. 
 
 She had gathered much intelligence, but nothing very new. 
 The hour came for her personal labour, recommencing the 
 magisterial inquiry of six weeks before. She knew the 
 facts ; she could not explain the causes. She had seen her 
 brother-in-law stretched on the red stained carpet and she had 
 flown to her swooned sister's assistance. The links were not 
 clearly seen which chained the scenes of the dismal tragedy 
 together. 
 
 Hours before the deed, and after it again, Flavia had 
 spoken enough to put her on the trail. A man had entered 
 the castle in the night, and Lady Houlbecq had helped him to 
 concealment. 
 
 Was this man the murderer] 
 
 How had he escaped thence, and what had become of him ? 
 
 She could not ask this of others lest she gravely entangled 
 her sister, whom nobody blamed, not knowing her actions 
 that night. Forced to rely on herself in her task to clear 
 away all obscurities, she contemplated visiting the scene of 
 the crime. 
 
 The gunshot had come out of the grounds, and the in*n 
 
Seeking the Man of Mystery 163 
 
 Lady Houlbecq harboured could only have hidden himself in 
 the great tower. Vivette would take the grounds first. 
 
 Up to now she had only left the keeper's cottage to go to 
 church and the burial-ground, where the general's body still 
 awaited the widow's order for removal to the family vault. 
 The villagers and Broladre had met Mdlle. de Bourbriac ; 
 some had called, but she had a repugnance to approach the 
 castle. 
 
 The weather was vile and the roads in a very bad state. 
 
 Vivette awaited the first fine day — the seventh one. The 
 pallid sun rose in a cloudless sky when the young lady, 
 always up with the peep of day, profited thereby for her 
 exploration. 
 
 She was not willing to go alone. Not that she required a 
 guide on familiar grounds, but since the event she was less 
 courageous, and prudently chose an escort for fear of some 
 awkward encounter. 
 
 Yvon was at hand, and he loved her now heartily, so that 
 he was overjoyed to follow her. Besides, she thought that 
 he could point out precisely the spot where Calorguen put his 
 gun aside till he returned for it. The two walked through 
 the woods together. Yvon was little prone to chatter, but the 
 young lady did not fail to question him on the way. 
 
 " You were at home when Pierre got back on the evening 
 of the day Baron Houlbecq was killed ? " she began. 
 
 " No, lady," replied the lad. " I got in half an hour after. 
 Mother Calorguen had sent me to gather chestnuts on the 
 Plumoden road." 
 
 " Then you were not able to tell the judge that Pierre did 
 not look like a man who had done a wicked act ? " 
 
 " Is the judge that gentleman clad all in black, who came 
 over from Dinan when Pierre was put in prison ? " 
 
 " Yes. He must have questioned you." 
 
 " No, lady. He did put a heap of queer talk on Mother 
 Calorguen ; but he never asked me nothing. And a good 
 thing too — he'd a' gotten nought out o' me," 
 
 "How's that?" 
 
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 "Because I've nought to tell 'un," answered the urchin 
 after some hesitation. "Besides," he added, "Pierre bid 
 me not to gabble. No need ; I am used to holding my 
 tongue." 
 
 Much surprised, Vivette looked fixedly at the speaker and 
 proceeded : 
 
 " So Pierre is keeping something back 1 " 
 " Oh no, lady, Pierre never done no wrong. He told me 
 that a matter o' three days afore the gendarmes took him." 
 " Good ! But what did the order apply to ? Did he trust 
 you with some secret 1 " 
 
 " Pm sure he didn't. Only he don't like waggle-tongues, 
 and if he likes me it's 'cause he sees I'm not that kind." 
 
 " But you will have to speak out if you are called to testify 
 at the Assize Court." 
 
 "At St. Brieuc? Oh, will I? Hows'ever, if Pm fetched 
 I'll go. And glad to go, too, for I shall see Pierre again ; 
 but I shan't say nothing, 'cause I know nothing — there !' 
 " You know at any rate that Pierre is an honest man." 
 " That I do, and I'll tell 'em that without any asking. And 
 I'll also tell 'em that Corporal Grisaille owes him one — 'cause 
 Grisaille, when he came back from the wars, hoped General 
 Houlbecq would take him for head gamekeeper. He would 
 sooner ha' loafed about the castle than served in the gen- 
 darmerie ; but, love you, our Pierre got the place, and so 
 Grisaille nursed a spite agin him — see ? " 
 
 " That is as well to know. Has Pierre any other enemies 
 about here 1 " 
 
 " Dear, yes, the folks at the Hunaudaie." 
 "The farmer?" 
 
 "Aye, and the master a-'top o' that." 
 "What ! the Lord of Trigavou ?" 
 
 "Pierre don't like him. I have never seed the count 
 myself, but I know Pillemer, and I'll take my Bible oath that 
 Pillemer is a bad lot." 
 
 "And he has a grudge against Calorguen?" 
 
 " I should think he had, because, once on a time — ever so 
 
Seeking the Man of Mystery 165 
 
 long ago — Pierre showed him up to General Houlbecq for 
 having cut timber on Trigavou land when it had passed from 
 the old count." 
 
 " The judges must hear this." 
 
 *' I'll up and tell 'em myself, lady." 
 
 The dialogue dropped. 
 
 Vivette was reflecting on it, and concluded that Calorguen 
 was unjustly accused by neighbours who considered themselves 
 injured by him. But she could not admit that the master 
 of Trigavou was in their number. A nobleman would not 
 debase himself to a condition of shame against a poor keeper 
 whom he probably hardly knew by sight. She promised 
 herself to follow up the clue afforded by little Yvon. 
 
CHAPTEE XXVII 
 
 LITTLE YVON's VOW OF SECRECY 
 
 In the interim, Vivette wished to see the place where Pierre 
 was accused of lying in wait before he shot the baron. Dame 
 Calorguen had not heard the interrogation of her son prior 
 to his arrest, but Justice Miniac had come over to see her, 
 and had told her what went on in the orchard between him 
 and the keeper, in presence of Dr. Avangour and the gen- 
 darme. This repeated to Mdlle. de Bourbriac had fully 
 informed her. 
 
 In ten minutes' walk they arrived at a by-road, well kept 
 and bordered by the woods and the garden wall on one side 
 and the other. 
 
 " Here it is, lady," said Yvon. 
 
 The two stopped beneath a colossal oak planted on the 
 crest of a bank overrun with briars and high ferns. Here 
 they overlooked the road macadamised with the blue granite 
 peculiar to Brittany. On the other side the dilapidated 
 wall built by the former Lord of Trigavou and never re- 
 paired by the new purchaser. It had recently crumbled 
 down for a length of three or four yards, just in front of the 
 tree against which Vivette stood. She had often noticed 
 this gap and urged her brother-in-law to have it seen to. 
 Hence to the garden gate was three hundred feet, roundly, 
 and a fair pedestrian could get there and back in less than 
 five minutes. 
 
 The young lady tried instantly to recall Mother Calor- 
 guen's story rehearsing the gendarme's imputations and her 
 sou's justification. 
 
Little Yvon's Vow of Secrecy 167 
 
 " So," said she, after her silence, " if Pierre's accusers are 
 to be believed, he left this place to glide into the grounds 
 through the gate when he might have climbed in by this 
 breach, none too high. Under those bushes he hid the gun 
 and drew it forth to shoot the general. Why did he take so 
 much trouble 1 He admits he laid the gun down in order to 
 measure the gap, but denies he used the gun, though one 
 barrel was found discharged. It is puzzling, if Calorguen 
 does not lie. Yet, if guilty, he would have loaded up again 
 or cleaned the gun on getting home. Who will ever know 
 what really happened ] " 
 
 " Why, I know, lady," broke in Yvon, lowering his voice 
 as if he feared being overheard. 
 
 " You know, and never told me ! " 
 
 "Never you, nor nobody, not even Mother Calorguen. 
 And I shan't tell you, unless you promise not to tell it again." 
 
 " And why should I not repeat it, if your story may help 
 to prove Calorguen's innocence ? " 
 
 " 'Cause this be not the time for it. Later on all's well, 
 but if I speak too soon I shall hurt him instead of doing 
 him good." 
 
 " I engage to keep to myseK what you shall tell me." 
 
 " Then, lady, I can tell you what I saw. Two days after 
 St. Hubert's, returning from gathering chestnuts in Plumodan 
 Wood, I saw from a way off, as I was on this here road, a 
 man coming out of the garden gates and a-hiding something 
 under his smock frock. Stooping down, he stole along the 
 wood the same way I was coming. Before he came up to 
 that hole in the wall, he leaped on the bank and ferreted 
 about in the brush. Not for long, for he clambered down 
 lively on the road and walked away smartly. He had not 
 seen me, though he passed me close, but I had cowered down 
 in the hedge. Dusk was on, but it was clear enough to make 
 out any one. I tried to see who he was, and I did see his 
 face all plainly, but I don't know his name." 
 
 " Well, well ? " cried Yivette, not understanding. 
 
 " Well, on he went, whilsti cut through the wood to get 
 
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 to the village to buy Mother Calorguen some bread. Pierre 
 was at the house before me. We never spoke a word. I 
 never heard the gun to go off, because it blew hard and from 
 me. Pierre never heard none neither ; more's the pity, for he 
 would have run to the spot and most like ha' collared the 
 wretch, and if he'd missed him, at all events he would 
 not be blamed for it, for he would have run and roused the 
 castle ." 
 
 " The wretch ! Think you the man in the smock " 
 
 " He killed the general, and I reckon this is how he done 
 it. He was hiding in the wood when Pierre laid his gun 
 on the bank. He saw Pierre pull out his foot-rule 
 and pass to the other side of the hole, where he stayed 
 awhile a-measuring. The wretch pounced on the gun and ran 
 to the gates — not fastened, mind you. He slipped into the 
 grounds, shot the general up at the window, and scuttled 
 back at the run to put the gun in its place. Nobody 
 but me saw him, and I never imagined what he had done 
 any more nor Pierre. Pierre took his gun and went home 
 quietly. We only heard of the master's death two days 
 after." 
 
 " But did you not say what you saw then ? " 
 
 " No, lady. I heard no gun go off, and could not make out 
 the game the man in the smock was up to. I did not know 
 why he rummaged in the undergrowth, only thinking he was 
 hunting som'at under the thorn. Afterwards, when they took 
 Pierre, it come into my head. And Pierre does not know the 
 nasty trick that lad served him by using of his own gun." 
 
 " You believe he made use of it, but you are not sure," 
 murmured the lady, shaking her head. " Were you to tell 
 this to the judges, they would believe you fancied it or 
 invented it." 
 
 "And put me in the 'sylum, for everybody at Trigavou 
 knows I am no conjuror. That is why I am not going to 
 breathe a word on it to any but you. It's the solemn truth, 
 though." 
 
 " But how about the farmer — this Pillemer, who asserts 
 
Little Yvon's Voio of Secrecy 169 
 
 having seen Pierre do all that you say the stranger in the 
 smock frock did 1 " 
 
 " Pillemer tells a lie ! Such a whacker ! Pillemer was no- 
 where round — unless he were up a tree, which it is like enow 
 — but he'll be a liar all the same, for he could not have mis- 
 took our Pierre for the wicked wretch that passed me so 
 close." 
 
 " Pillemer must have been there. If not, he could not have 
 divined what happened under your eyes." 
 
 " Then he was up that tree yonder." 
 
 " But if he himself fired the shot 1 " 
 
 " Oh, that won't do, lady, though he's the man to 'a' done it. 
 I know his face very well, and the man in the smock had no 
 look at all of his." 
 
 Mdlle. de Bourbriac sought to sift the truth from the con- 
 tradictory facts marking this somewhat incoherent recital, 
 but she could not succeed. 
 
 Who was this mysterious marksman, the arch- villain 
 knowing how to perpetrate his crime so that an innocent man 
 would be accused ? What motive had he to hate the 
 general 1 And if events really transpired as Yvon declared, 
 how could this desperado have foreseen that Baron Houlbecq 
 would appear at a window on a cold winter's day at the very 
 moment when he crept into the castle grounds ] 
 
 The deeper she reflected, the more persuaded was she that 
 this child had less common sense than imagination. Cer- 
 tainly more intelligent than she thought ; that intelligence 
 was not regulated by reason. She remembered that school 
 had been no use to him, and that he believed all the country 
 superstitions about fays, elves, and the like. Mother Calor- 
 guen often scolded him for stopping out of nights mooning 
 and star-gazing. She concluded it was wrong to attach too 
 much weight to the strange narration. 
 
 " Will you say all this to the court that will try Pierre 1 " 
 she asked. 
 
 " Faith, I will," answered the lad stoutly, " if I can only 
 Qatcb thait man in the smock by then," 
 
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 *^ Are you looking for him ? " 
 
 ^*I just is. Mother Calorguen thinks I go out to tend 
 Pierre's vermin traps, but I never go nigh 'em. I prowl 
 about everywhere, on the roadside and in the woods, hoping 
 for to meet the man that killed our master. N o luck up to 
 now, and I'm near to b'lieving he don't belong to our 
 parts." 
 
 " If he never is seen will you remain dumb ] '' 
 
 " If I speak they'll make me out a liar, and I said so afore, 
 didn't I, that it 'ud do Pierre more harm than good." 
 
 " But suppose I speak ? " 
 
 " Why, lady, you promised never to let it out." 
 
 " But how if Pierre orders you ? " 
 
 " He'll first have to know what I knows, and they won't 
 Uow me into his jail, d'ye see." 
 
 " Others may get the permission." 
 
 "You, lady?" 
 
 " Or somebody friendly to him and me." 
 
 She thought of Derquy for this mission, if he kept his word 
 to come down into Brittany. 
 
 " Then," pursued Yvon, " you must make up some token 
 with Pierre which he can show me when he wants me to 
 speak. I only believe what I see." 
 
 " You distrust me, eh ? " 
 
 " No, lady ; but I vowed to Pierre to be dumb as a stone." 
 
 "What made you swear that? You just told me you 
 never spoke to him of the man in the smock. Did he charge 
 you with some secret ? " 
 
 The urchin hung his head mutely. This significant evid ence 
 gave Vivette much to ponder upon. Of what secret could the 
 little peasant be the custodian ? She felt that further ques- 
 tioning would be fruitless, and, irritated by obtaining nothing 
 clear, she was going to send him away, when he said, 
 timidly : 
 
 " I beg you, lady, not to worry me no more ; but try to 
 squeeze me into the court-room on the trial day, where Pierre 
 can see me. Do that much and there's no need for us to speak, 
 
Little Yvon's Voio of Secrecy 171 
 
 Pierre will understand me, and I'll understand him too, with 
 ne'er a word." 
 
 At last it was plain that there was a secret between Calor- 
 guen and little Yvon, which the latter would faithfully guard 
 until released of an oath by the man. Mdlle. de Bourbriac 
 gave up any idea of pressing the boy, stubborn as a genuine 
 Breton. 
 
 " I will do what I can," she said, curtly. " Now leave me 
 to go on to the castle. You are in my way. Tell Mother 
 Calorguen I shall be home in a hour." 
 
 Yvon made no sound, but turned back on the road they had 
 used and vanished in the woods. 
 
CHAPTEE XXVIII 
 
 THE SECOND ON THE QUEST 
 
 After watching the lad an instant, Yivette stepped down 
 on the road, but, instead of proceeding to the castle gates, she 
 slowly strolled towards the end of the grounds to make the 
 circuit. She was in no hurry to see the gardener, who would 
 scarcely have any news, and it required time for her ideas to 
 settle after such a stirring-up as this unexpected story gave 
 them. 
 
 Less than ever she doubted Calorguen's innocence, but she 
 did not yet hope to make the jury share* her belief. She 
 wondered who this stranger could be, signalized by Yvon, 
 and, moreover, whether sister Flavia might not have played 
 some part in the drama rounded off by General Houlbecq's 
 death. She did not yet dream that Flavia could have con- 
 nived at the abominable deed — nay, would have spurned such 
 an idea in loathing. But she was obliged to own to herself 
 that she was not succeeding in finding her brother-in-law's 
 slayer, and regretted her cousin was not at hand as a precious 
 auxiliary. 
 
 Why was he loitering in Paris 1 Had his fiery zeal grown 
 cold? Had Lady Houlbecq stayed his coming down to 
 Trigavou, and even his writing, by declaring that his betrothed 
 had gone away without a word on her destination 1 
 
 Vivette concluded that the best means of learning how 
 matters stood was to pocket her pride, and write first to 
 Olivier to ask him plainly to come to her help. 
 
 Absorbed in thought she had walked far without remarking 
 it^ even to the corner of the wall around the enclosed grounds. 
 
The Second on the Quest 178 
 
 She turned it and continued to skirt the stones, approaching 
 a summer-house jutting out, so neglected as to threaten to 
 tumble down. It was now a kind of lumber-room or dust- 
 hole ; its two wooden-shuttered windows were one on each 
 side, and the country front had a rotten door which some boy 
 in passing had partly smashed in with a brickbat. 
 
 Mdlle. de Bourbriac knew it well, and the question arose if 
 the assassin might not have used it for his entrance and flight. 
 This supposition clashed with Yvon's extraordinary tale, but 
 the lady only partially credited that, and she wished to see 
 the state of this outlet which the police did not seem to have 
 examined. She turned its corner without foreseeing the shock 
 awaiting her beyond. 
 
 A man was up in the doorway trying the solidity of the 
 planks with both hands. His back was almost fully towards 
 her, but by his garb she knew he was no peasant. It was 
 composed of a fur-trimmed topcoat, a tasteful hunting-cap, 
 and fashionably-made gaiters. Though his efforts seemed 
 intended to break in the summer-house door, a gentleman so 
 attired could not be taken for a burglar. Vivette, stupor- 
 stricken, was going to turn back to avoid him, when, raising 
 his head, she recognised by the profile the Count of Trigavou, 
 
 For very little more she would have fled, but that were 
 ridiculous. He gave her no time to turn away, though, for 
 he had recognised her and was already bowing with the 
 readiness of a society man never at a loss. 
 
 " I am afraid I frighten you," he said, smiling. 
 
 " Small wonder ! You little expected to find me here. 
 Pray forgive my causing you some emotion — it would be the 
 first time." 
 
 This hidden allusion to the winter's flirtation put Mdlle. de 
 Bourbriac on her guard. She took care not to notice it and 
 found enough coolness to reply : 
 
 " I was not aware you were down here, sir, and that 
 explains my surprise at seeing you." 
 
 " Just so," said the count." ^' To put an end to it, let me 
 tell how I came to be in Brittany again — unless you guess it. 
 
174 The Condemned Door 
 
 I left my dwelling at the Hunaudaie a couple of days before 
 the sad event which plunged you all in mourning, and the 
 news of which reached me in Scotland. Eeturned to town 
 last week, I presented myself at Houlbecq House, but was 
 not received. By the visit of a friend of mine, however, 
 Olivier Derquy, your cousin, I learnt all the details of the 
 tragic story. He told me that a gamekeeper had been 
 arrested, whom I hold to be a downright honest fellow and 
 in whom you interest yourself. I thought I might be useful 
 to him by collecting testimony to his good character, and 
 here I am hard at it since this morning. You have caught 
 me in the act of verifying whether or not the villain could 
 have entered the grounds by this door, and I am inclined to 
 believe it." 
 
 " Excuse me, my lord, but you uttered Lieutenant Derquy 's 
 name. May I inquire if he is still in Paris ? " 
 
 " Still there, but he is also coming here on the same errand 
 as my own. We should have started together had he been 
 fit for travel." 
 
 " What do you mean 1 Has he met with some accident ? " 
 
 " An accident of his contriving. He has been out in a duel 
 and got wounded in the arm, but he will be none the worse 
 after a few days' rest." 
 
 " May I learn the cause of this duel ? " inquired Vivette, 
 deeply affected. 
 
 " Oh, a wrangle in a club about some female celebrity, or 
 rather notoriety — I believe so, for I did not see the affair — 
 and to my great regret Olivier did not choose me for second. 
 I might have managed the foolish quarrel and he would not 
 be wounded ; but, I repeat, it's no dangerous hurt, and I 
 think you will soon see him " 
 
 " A female notoriety, you say ? " murmured the lady. 
 
 " Sorry to say so. How absurd I But Olivier is hasty ; and 
 besides, three years in the China seas makes one forget the 
 nice notion of Parisian matters, or else he'd never have taken 
 up arms for some creature who does not justify a man of 
 honour defending her. However, he will explain the adven- 
 ture himself 
 
The Second on ike Quest 175 
 
 " I have not the faintest wish to hear anything more about 
 it," said Vivette, drily. 
 
 The shot had told, and, receiving it, the count profited by 
 the occasion to turn the conversation into a more interesting 
 channel. 
 
 " I admire your courage," said he in his most honeyed 
 voice. " As I know, you come to defend poor Calorguen. It 
 is heroic to quit Paris in winter and bury yourself in the 
 depths of Brittany. I should rejoice at it were I selfish, as 
 thus I owe the pleasure of meeting you here — unhappy I that 
 has not uttered a word to you since the last ball of the last 
 season, Lady Sartilly's April hop. I have not forgotten that 
 ball, where I had three spins with you — three fully counted." 
 
 As he spoke this language, where passion was veiled under 
 society forms, the count watched his partner with his large 
 blue eyes till she lowered hers to avoid their jet of flame. 
 
 She had resolved to close her ears against this man's speech. 
 She meant to forget him ; but she was not sufficiently sure of 
 herself yet to prolong without peril an interview with Alain 
 of Trigavou. One breath is all that is needed to revive a 
 smouldering flame, and all contributed to render the situation 
 dangerous. Unlucky chance had brought Yivette into the 
 presence of the seductive waltzer whom she had fallen in love 
 with, and there was no Olivier here to protect her against a 
 surprise of the heart. 
 
 The sky was blue, the air warm, and the forest, yellowed 
 by autumnal rains, wonderfully well enframed this scene, 
 which was not rustic, for the master of Trigavou was no shep- 
 herd retailing his woes to a milkmaid. A serpent trailed 
 under the fair flowers of his speech, and this continuator of 
 the rou^s of superseded courts had already stung Vivette with 
 one of those insinuations against her affianced which would 
 have killed a rival in a mind less steadily balanced than 
 Mdlle. de Bourbriac's. 
 
 " You do not answer me," he proceeded in a coaxing tone* 
 " No doubt you think it ill becomes me to remind you of an 
 evening which has slipped your recollection, and you will say 
 
176 The Condemned Door 
 
 that it was my own fault that I have not seen you once, as I 
 spent the summer near your dwelling-place. An unjust re- 
 proach, because, you know. Baron Houlbecq never received 
 me willingly. He did not like me, and I was forced to wander 
 about on the chance of seeing you now and then at that 
 distance where he kept me. You must do me the justice that 
 I never tried to intrude upon you. But since my good star 
 leads me to the very spot where you come, allow me to say — '' 
 
 " Say nothing," interrupted Vivette. " I shall not believe 
 you. Let us rather, if you please, speak of that unfortunate 
 servant whom your farmer accuses, and whom you talk of 
 defending, but do not speak to me of the past." 
 
 " My farmer ! " exclaimed Trigavou. " Indeed, I learnt 
 that it was he who denounced Calorguen. The rascal came 
 up to town without my permission ; I discovered him there 
 and rated him as he deserved. He has some spite against 
 Calorguen and slandered him to avenge himself for old 
 grievances, but I have made him understand to what^he ex- 
 posed himself by bearing false witness. He asked pardon 
 and promised me to retract, or at any rate moderate, his first 
 deposition. If he does not keep his pledge I shall drive him 
 from my Hunaudaie farm to go get hanged elsewhere. We 
 have nothing to fear, therefore, in that quarter, but human 
 j ustice is apt to be deceived, and I think it would be best for 
 Calorguen not to appear at the assizes. That is why, I can 
 tell you so, I wish he could escape, and I am going to help 
 him do so." 
 
 " I doubt if he will consent. An innocent man does not fly 
 — he waits to be justified or dies bravely." 
 
 " That's true ; and yet I agree with that eminent judge who 
 said if he were accused of stealing the towers of N6tre Dame, 
 his first act would be to run away. I know Dinan Prison 
 since ever so long, and I affirm that it is not impossible to 
 escape from it — with one or two devoted friends to help. 
 Bat still I will abstain, if you forbid my conniving at Calor- 
 guen's breaking out." 
 
 " I have no orders to give you," said Vivette quickly, " and 
 
The Second on the Quest 177 
 
 no wishes to express. I am convinced that Calorguen is not 
 guilty, but I hope in heaven only for his judges to have my 
 belief. And now, my lord, allow me to leave. I am ex- 
 pected elsewhere." 
 
 This tone permitted no reply. But the Count of Trigavou 
 was too keen not to penetrate to the feelings dissimulated 
 under crushing coldness, and too cunning to try to detain her. 
 He saw clearly that he had made a profound impression on 
 her, as much as he hoped from a first interview, certain not 
 to be the last, for he reckoned on bringing about frequent 
 meetings with General Houlbecq's sole legatee. 
 
 " Heaven forbid, young lady," he cried, " that I should 
 impose my society any longer upon you. I have seen you 
 now — I have heard you speak, after eight months of cruel 
 separation — enough happiness for one day. I am goinnr to 
 the Hunaudaie, but shall be at Dinan to-morrow, wli^io 
 I shall be best placed to serve the prisoner who interests you. 
 In any place and on all occasions I beg you to hold me at 
 your service." 
 
 So saying, the Lord of Trigavou snatched up Vivette's 
 hand, which she had not the presence of mind to hold aloof, 
 kissed it respectfully, and went away by a road other than 
 that the lady took to come from the keeper's house. She 
 was glad he had not insisted on accompanying her, but she 
 remained more troubled than ever. 
 
CHAPTEK XXIX 
 
 THE OLD TOWER YIELDS UP A CLUE 
 
 In vain did Vivette affect indifference, she could not quench 
 the burning memories which suddenly were fanned once 
 more to a blaze. And, as a climax to the disgrace, she 
 learned that the cousin who pretended to love her sincerely, 
 had been risking his life for some ill-famed woman who 
 would proudly parade his name hereafter. Her betrothed 
 betrayed her and her sister turned aloof. Ought she to credit 
 the affection of this Count of Trigavou whom the general's 
 widow accused of making conquests in the highest Parisian 
 society ? Her reason told her that life-partnerships were 
 not thus happily formed without other preludes than 
 romantic encounters and proposals offered in ballroom 
 corners or forest nooks. 
 
 In one day passion may spring up and grow, but happiness 
 is a fruit only worth gathering when slowly matured. She 
 never hoped to taste it again since learning how Olivie 
 Derquy had so speedily forgotten his engagements. She 
 doubted, too, the sincerity of the interest put forth by the 
 treacherous Pillemer's master for Calorguen. Was she 
 doomed to live always thus alone, friendless, unsupported, 
 without faith in the future 1 She was habituated to sacrifice 
 herself for others, but not resigned to shower love on only 
 objects of charity. 
 
 So she strolled along by the garden wall, with a dull eye 
 and a lowered head, like a lost traveller who hopelessly seeks 
 a way in the dark and perceives not the slightest guiding 
 star on the horizon. 
 
The Old Tower Yields up a Clue 179 
 
 Tlius pensive and doleful she came to the castle gates, 
 where she remembered that she had not left the keeper's 
 cottage merely to examine the covert where the murderer 
 had paused a moment, but also to visit the castle never 
 entered since her return. 
 
 Entering the open way, she spied Broladre at the further 
 end of the walk, raking up the dead leaves. He did not see 
 her, and before accosting him she stopped to look up at the 
 deserted house. 
 
 Formerly this ancient abode, restored by a rich and happy 
 purchaser, had been gay enough, but now it was as sombre aa 
 a prison and seemed to try to harmonise itself with the old 
 tower. Life had fled from the shell and it hung out mourn- 
 ing for the veteran who had found death creep upon him 
 there, though he had defied it on so many battlefields. All 
 the blinds were drawn, all the shutters closed. Not a sound 
 oozed forth and not a curl of smoke adorned one chimney to 
 annoy the ravens that hovered over the donjon and alone 
 disturbed the sinister silence by their croakings. 
 
 Such a sight was not calculated to brighten up Vivette, 
 and her heart ached to see this dwelling mournful now, where 
 her life had been so sweetly tranquil. 
 
 Up rose the vanished past ; the parlours where the county 
 families flocked in, the dining-room where noisy toasts were 
 shouted whilst the lord of the castle held up the biggest 
 bumper. Still higher were her own rooms, lower again the 
 general's and his wife's, which made her shudder to see. 
 
 Absorbed in her sad contemplation, she did not hear the 
 gardener shufiie up to say, sighing : 
 
 " There you are, lady, on the identical spot where the 
 villain stood to fire up at poor master ! " 
 
 Vivette started away a few steps from where the assassin's 
 feet had trodden the gravel. But it was not precisely true. 
 He had stood off" a bit, in an evergreen clump by the lawn, 
 hiding, no doubt, till the mark presented itself. But he had 
 passed hereby, and, if little Y von was to be believed, he had come 
 in at the gates like Vivette and followed the same road as hers. 
 
180 The Condemned Door 
 
 " No, no," she murmured ; " Calorguen never did this 
 abominable crime ! " 
 
 " He ! " exclaimed the gardener. " A man that would ha' 
 walked into the fire for his master ! Let 'em say what they 
 like ; they won't get me to believe that Pierre would ha' 
 killed our master. It's a parcel o' scamps that have laid their 
 heads together to get him into trouble, and he is in the 
 lock-up sure enough, but I defy them to have him con- 
 demned." 
 
 " It's the farmer of the Hunaudaie who accuses him." 
 
 " And along o' he — Corporal Grisaille, of the gendarmes, ay, 
 and, very likely, the son of the dead count " 
 
 " The present Count of Trigavou ? Why, Broladre, you 
 cannot think him hostile to Calorguen, can you ? " 
 
 " Well, I have got an impression that way, there ! " 
 
 " At all accounts, it was not he who denounced Pierre ; he 
 was far from here when they arrested the poor fellow." 
 
 " If not him it was Pillemer, and Pillemer and my lord, 
 bless ye, they're the hand and the glove." 
 
 Yivette was going to retort that the master of Trigavou 
 energetically blamed his tenant farmer, but she checked her- 
 self , as she would have had to disclose her meeting the lodger 
 at the Hunaudaie. 
 
 "Look ye here, miss," went on Broladre, "they accuse 
 Pierre and they accuse the poachers, but I tell 'e, the scoun- 
 drel that fired that 'ere shot is a-sauntering quietly about the 
 country and laughing a good 'un at the stupidness of the busi- 
 ness. I don't know who he is, but I can say that plaguey 
 strange things have been a-going on 'round this here same 
 castle this good while. Lord, they've been making a reg'lar 
 parade-ground of the lawn and the shrubbery, to say nothing 
 of their monkeying up the house-wall " 
 
 "What have you noticed?" inquired Vivette, deeply 
 attentive. 
 
 "I never catched sight o' the beggar myself, but I am 
 sure he's been climbing up more than once to the first story 
 anyway, and mayb<? up to the second too. Just look at that 
 
The Old Tower Yields up a Clue 181 
 
 ivy — look close and you'll see they Ve made actual cuttings 
 like steps." 
 
 Mdlle. de Bourbriac went up to the wall and indeed saw 
 that the ivy stem and branches were worn here and there as 
 by strongly- shod feet frequently on the bark. On looking 
 still more closely she remarked more of these imprints on 
 the detached vines enwreathing Baroness Houlbecq's window. 
 Thereupon all the memories of that fatal St. Hubert's Night 
 rushed upon her. 
 
 The man whom her sister had besought her to conceal had 
 entered the house by that means. 
 
 After the crime Flavia had not renewed her entreaty. 
 
 Hence the man had found means of escape. 
 
 Vivette recalled the incident of the metal plate nailed over 
 the condemned door to the inside of the tower, but taken off 
 some hours subsequently by the magistrate's order. 
 
 " I would like to see my room again and my sister's," she 
 remarked to the gardener. " Have you the keys 1" 
 
 "All the keys to show the place," returned the man, 
 eagerly, " and I'll be glad to take you round." 
 
 Indeed, the bunch was dangling at his waist, as ever since 
 the absence of master and fellow-servants had made him 
 steward. He mounted the main steps, opened the grand 
 portals and stood aside to let the heiress pass. The hall 
 crossed the house ; in its centre was the staircase. 
 
 " Nothing has been touched since my lady left," observed 
 the old fellow. ** I would not knock in a nail without your 
 leave, since all is yours here, house and belongings." 
 
 " Ah ! who told you so ? " queried the visitor, sharply. 
 
 "Everybody says so. Eumour runs at Dinan that the 
 baron left you everything by the will written on his death 
 day." 
 
 " A mistake, and I authorise you to deny it," interrupted 
 Vivette, curtly. 
 
 Broladre stared, saw in her eyes that she was not jesting, 
 and muttered a "sorry to hear it," which clearly expressed 
 where his liking dwelt. 
 
182 The Condemned Door 
 
 "Let us go upstairs," she said, taking the lead on the 
 stairs. On the right of the landing were the doors, the large 
 one to Baroness Houlbecq's rooms, the other direct to her 
 dressing-room of that suite. On the left a long lobby ran to 
 the general's rooms, where nothing had happened on the 
 eventful night. 
 
 Since the lady had left for town the official seals had been 
 removed and the doors were open. 
 
 Eirst Vivette entered the dressing-room where her sister 
 had sprung up to bar her way when she ran in at the out- 
 cries of the domestics assembled round their master's dead 
 body. She did not linger there, but, overruling her emotion, 
 she passed into the chamber, where nothing was changed 
 except by the removal of the bloodstained carpet. Flavia's 
 bed retained the impress of her form, and the volume of 
 Balzac remained on the side-table where the general dropped 
 it after a glance, whilst his wife pretended to sleep. 
 
 Broladre opened the shutters. The light was so clear that 
 the visitor could include in one glance the whole of the pro- 
 foundly-affecting picture. Her gaze settled on the leaden 
 plate remaining after being un-nailed by the roofers under 
 the magistrate's direction. 
 
 " My poor master had better have set the plumbers to 
 sealing up the windows," observed the gardener. " There 
 was no danger to come from the other." 
 
 It was the contrary, thought Vivette. 
 
 " My good man," said she, " will you leave me alone to pray 
 for the lamented departed one ? Wait for me above in my 
 room, where I will presently come." 
 
 Broladre bowed himself out. 
 
 Vivette walked straight to the hangings and lifted them, 
 so as to see that nobody had closed the door of communica- 
 tion. She stepped into the place, vaulted like a cavern and 
 feebly illumined by a loophole. It was only six feet above 
 the floor, but was much too narrow for a man to squeeze 
 through, and no refugee in the tower could have left by ihaX 
 opening. 
 
The Old Tower Yields u^p a Clue 183 
 
 Light had dawned on the searcher's brain, and she scarcely 
 doubted now that, surprised by her husband, Lady Houlbecq 
 had hidden a lover here who had got in by the window up 
 the ivy ladder. What had he done to escape 1 His prison, 
 with the ostensible door condemned, plated over, and guarded, 
 must have had an invisible issue, for which the new-comer 
 sought. 
 
 She remembered reading of celebrated escapes, where 
 jDrisoners had saved themselves by burrowing in the thick- 
 ness of their dungeon walls. Therefore she examined all 
 the huge granite blocks, one after another, of the tower 
 masonry till she came to one with its joints free of mortar. 
 She gave it a chance push, and found it to give and reveal a 
 large empty space. It was mid-high, so Vivette could have 
 glided into it ; but, instead of so perilous a venture, she was 
 satisfied to put in her head and peer into the hollow. It was 
 up and down, she perceived. Below, a black well without a 
 perceptible bottom ; above, a chimney ending in the platform 
 of the dungeon, for daylight was visible, as if some cover had 
 fallen in, or a hasty hand had removed it and forgotten to 
 replace it. 
 
 Vivette was brave enough to reach out and grope in the 
 interior of this perpendicular shaft, her hands meeting the 
 stones ; but some stood out with flat tops from among the 
 rest ; they were stepping-stones to facilitate ascent and 
 descent 
 
 But she was not yet at the sum of her discoveries. 
 
 Still feeling of the rugged layers, her fingers suddenly ran 
 against a hard round object, so cold as to make her start, but 
 she regained her courage, grasped it, and drew it forth. It 
 was a kind of button — properly a stud in gold, such as fastens 
 those cuff's which no peasant wears. This half of a link-pair 
 had been torn away by the stoiit^s when the fugitive wearer 
 was mounting in full flight. By a rare hazard it had not 
 fallen to the bottom of the pit. 
 
 This was a substantial proof that a gentleman had passed 
 tbi3 way who could be uo less th^-n Lady Houlbecq's lover, 
 
184 The Condemned Door 
 
 Vivette was on the verge of wondering to herself if he might 
 not be the husband's murderer, when she perceived the stud 
 was engraved with an armorial device and enamelled. 
 
 She knew enough of heraldry to hope to decipher it and 
 approached the loophole in order to do so. Alas ! she knew 
 that coat-of-arms well from having seen it carved over the 
 castle front. None but the Trigavous bore " three spread 
 eagles in silver, two above one, on a black ground." 
 
 " 'Tis he ! " she muttered with a shiver, in horror. " 'Twas 
 he riavia received that night ! And yet, but now, had I not 
 stayed him, he would have told me he loved me ! And in Paris 
 she urged me to wed him ! It was merely to test me ; she 
 was jealous of me ; that is why she wanted to see me no 
 more ! Well, she shall have her wish, for I will flee so far she 
 will never hear me spoken of. Yes, I will go ! But no, not 
 before I save Calorguen. Olivier will aid me ; who cares if 
 he has been duelling about some bad woman 1 He has not 
 stooped to infamy like this man ! He is worthy to defend 
 this unfortunate gamekeeper, threatened with the loss of his 
 head for a crime he never committed. Help, help, Olivier ! 
 Oh, help ! I will see him, and if he cannot come I will go to 
 him." 
 
 After this outburst, rather thought aloud, however, than 
 spoken, Vivette flew forth without heeding the displaced 
 stone, ran through her sister's room, called Broladre down 
 from the upper floor, told him she deferred seeing the 
 rest of the castle, commanded him to shut up the baroness's 
 room and hand her the key, which she carried away with her, 
 and leaving by the gates, raced away to Calorguen's cottage. 
 
 She had gone wild. 
 
 Her ideas battled confusedly in her brain till one rose 
 clearly from the chaos — to put herself under Olivier's 
 safeguard. 
 
 How summon him quickly ? The post was too slow, and 
 there was no telegraph office save at Dinan. There she 
 resolved to go, even though the Lord of Trigavou beset her 
 path. 
 
The Old Tower Yields up a Clue 185 
 
 On arriving at the keeper's she found Yvon squatting in 
 his habitual place, silently watching the slumbering Mother 
 Calorguen. She beckoned for him to come out into the 
 orchard with her, where she asked briefly : 
 
 " Any letter-out of carriages near here 1 " 
 
 " Yes, lady. Two in the village, but the best only has 
 open carts, and if it be for you " 
 
 " I am not particular. Lead me to him." 
 
 " Going away, lady 1 " 
 
 "Over to Dinan, but I shall be back shortly. Tell the 
 Sister of Charity to take my place by the patient till I return. 
 I don't want to wake up the old dame, so steal up into my 
 room and bring me a locked portmanteau and a little leather 
 bag you'll find on the chest of drawers." 
 
 " What'll I say if the dame asks after you, lady 1 " 
 
 " That I went away to help her boy." 
 
 " Oh, won't she pray for you ! If you see Pierre, lady, 
 you'll speak to him of me, won't you now ? '' 
 
 "Certainly I will." 
 
 " Mind, tell him that I do not forget what I promised him, 
 but do not tell him what I told you. I haven't come across 
 that man yet, but I'm still on the hunt " 
 
 " You can come to tell me all about that at Dinan, at Dr. 
 Avangour's house. But run for that bag and make haste." 
 
 An hour afterwards Mdlle. de Bourbriac was rolling in a 
 rattle-trap towards the town where Calorguen was awaiting 
 the unfolding of his fate. 
 
CHAPTEE XXX 
 
 THE SPIES IN THE STRONGHOLD 
 
 Brittany is strewn with small towns, nearly all picturesque. 
 Nodding on creeks or asleep in the woods, all are set in 
 verdure — forest, mead, or growing heath — but all also have 
 narrow, dirty streets. Dinan has both these. Antiquaries 
 dote on it, and the English pedestrians delight here, too, in 
 the plenty of long pleasant walks. 
 
 Since the Revolution, when most provincial towns razed 
 the monuments of yore, the Dinan burghers have preserved 
 by utilising the ancient fortifications which once protected 
 the place from the Earl of Lancaster. The moats have been 
 transformed into boulevards planted with fine large trees, and 
 the battlements hold up hanging gardens. The castle, built 
 in 1388, is the prison, like many another. In the time of the 
 Terror, refractory priests were immured here, and prisoners 
 of war under the First Empire. Now it is a house of correc- 
 tion and stronghold for the prisoners to be tried at the 
 Assizes of St. Brieuc. 
 
 The perfectly intact castle forms part of the unbroken en- 
 closure around the town, and its imposing mass towers upon 
 a hilltop above the river. 
 
 Here Pierre Calorguen awaited judgment, without seeing 
 one friendly face there, six weeks. Solitary confinement had 
 been so rigorously maintained that all Dr. Avangour could 
 do was to send in a few comforts, without obtaining leave to 
 see him. But now the ban was lifted and our good doctor 
 was seeking the public prosecutor for a permit, for he was 
 ^ager to question the hapless fellow. Not to wring out 
 
The Spies m the Stronghold 187 
 
 avowals, but to make him understand he ought not to sacrifice 
 himself from fear of injuring a woman he loved. That he 
 worshipped Baroness Houlbecq, the doctor was more than 
 ever convinced, as well as that the lady of Castle Trigavou 
 had played a still inexplicable part in the tragedy. 
 Avangour was less interested in her than in the son of his 
 patient, and he sought to help him best by informing him of 
 all the doings since he was arrested. He wished chiefly to 
 relate the suspicious conduct of Pillemer, who had gone to 
 Paris after accusing him to confer with his master. 
 
 In the meantime, deprived of outward news, Calorguen 
 believed himself totally abandoned. Yet, though he despaired 
 of help, his courage never weakened. What man he was the 
 day Grisaille arrested him he was now ; nerved to remain 
 mute before the jury, as already before the magistrate, and 
 leaving Providence to display his innocence if so it might be. 
 
 On the other hand, his durance was not so vile, thanks to 
 the paternal kindness of his turnkey. This honest fellow had 
 served in the marines and had quitted the fleet with the rank 
 of ship's corporal. 
 
 Naturally he felt for an old soldier, and refused him none 
 of the favours which he could grant within a warder's duty. 
 
 First, Mdlle. de Bourbriac had come to live at Dr. Avan- 
 gour's, in Dinan. He was a widower of sixty, and occupied 
 a huge house on Duguesclin Square, near the castle. 
 
 Second, came Count Trigavou, leaving the farm to dwell 
 at the other end of the town in a lodging he took by the year, 
 to be handy when he did business at Dinan, though that was 
 not often. 
 
 Third, was Olivier Derquy, arrived last night by the rail- 
 way, at the nearest hotel to the station. He had made an 
 appointment there with Trigavou, who had not kept him 
 waiting, so that a couple of days after Vivette so abruptly 
 departed from the keeper's cottage, the two friends were 
 walking along the outer boulevard leading to the castle. 
 
 Since Mdlle. de Bourbriac's flight, Olivier had been 
 thoroughly ensnared by Alain's blandishments. Alain had 
 
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 clean won over the naval lieutenant ; his skilful remarks had 
 scattered any suspicions in his mind, entangled him and 
 finally led him to conclude an alliance to save Calorguen. 
 
 By a singular hazard, Olivier being involved in a quarrel 
 at the club on his first visit, with a strange gentleman, had to 
 fight a duel with him, when he received a thrust in the wrist. 
 This compelled him to keep indoors a few days, and hence, 
 in the impossibility of presenting himself at Friedland 
 Avenue, he charged Alain to go see Lady Houlbecq, and 
 tell her and her sister that her cousin had had a fall. 
 
 To fulfil this errand, the count had no need to put himself 
 out, as Flavia had come to see him at his lodgings. She 
 announced that Vivette had set out for Brittany, and then 
 they concocted a plan which simple Olivier was to help exe- 
 cute without knowledge that he was working against his own 
 interest. Lady Houlbecq feared Calorguen would speak, so 
 she wished him out of the way — how managed she little cared. 
 If he escaped — well, if he did, so much the better, for dead 
 men tell no tales. 
 
 Trigavou aimed to wed the general's sole heiress, Vivette. 
 To attain his mark he must captivate her, and he did not 
 doubt succeeding by making a merit of defending Calorguen 
 and employing calumny to prevent the cousins marrying. 
 The plotters agreed that the lady should remain in the city 
 whilst the noble went to work without her. 
 
 Already there, he believed he had only to congratulate 
 himself upon his first interview with Mdlle. de Bourbriac. 
 The next thing was to get rid of Calorguen, and so contrive 
 t that Vivette would thank him for getting him out of 
 jail. 
 
 After receiving him with open arms, Alain had taken him 
 in hand. They were going together to study the place into 
 which they sought to enter for communication with the pri- 
 soner, and Alain reserved to himself the direction of 
 operations. 
 
 " Did they raise any obstacles at the sub-prefecture to giv- 
 ing you the leave to visit ? " he incjuired, as they neared the 
 
The Spies in the Stronghold 189 
 
 St. Louis gate, which must be passed in order to get ii|jbo 
 the town and then the f ortalice. 
 
 "None," was Olivier's answer. "The only remark was 
 that it was good but to three o'clock. But it is scarce two 
 now." 
 
 " Oh, we have time enough, through my having sent you to 
 the office instead of myself going. The clerks there know 
 me and they would have been astonished at a native asking 
 to see local curiosities, whilst they could take you for a 
 tourist." 
 
 " I daresay ; but the leave is only for the castle, and the 
 hour stated is probably that when the prisoners are locked 
 up." 
 
 " I did not imagine they would let us see Calorguen or I 
 should not have come, for his prejudices against me would 
 have made him distrustful. We are only a simple scout to 
 examine the place, draw out the jailer and try to learn where 
 our man is lodged, and whether we can get anything to him. 
 I charge myself willingly with this preliminary inquiry." 
 
 " Well, will we be much advanced afterwards 1 " 
 
 " My dear boy, this is my idea. You see that dungeon," 
 went on the count, pointing to the huge tower standing out 
 from the line over the moat. " Calorguen is there, rely upon 
 it, and he could get out by filing the window bars and 
 sliding down a rope. The sole puzzle is to put him in posses- 
 sion of the indispensable tools, a file and a cord. 'Tis the 
 traditional style, the plainest and also the best. Eead your 
 Jack Sheppard." 
 
 " I remember some such things, and I know that Dinan 
 Castle is not as well guarded as a state prison. Still I doubt 
 that the prisoners will be allowed to receive anything from 
 outsiders." 
 
 "So do I. But let me see how things really stand. Jailers 
 may be bribed. Let's try, anyway, my friend. It is fully 
 understood that you are a Dryasdust, travelling to see old 
 monuments, and have beguiled me into accompanying you. 
 On the way I'll try to unloosen the warder a tongue. Do the 
 
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 same, and between us we ought to worm out useful infor- 
 mation." 
 
 They returned into the town by the St. Louis gate and 
 took the little Wicket Street, which name shows it leads to 
 the prison. To reach it they had to cross a square and a 
 single-arch stone bridge, preceded by a guard-house, where 
 a sentinel let them by on seeing their permission. They were 
 moving towards the bridge when they met a man in a dark 
 blue uniform who stopped short on seeing Derquy, quickly 
 doffed his gold-banded cap, and said : 
 
 "I hope I see your honour well, lieutenant. Don't you 
 recollect me 1 " As Olivier looked hard without answer, he 
 went on with a strong Proven9al accent : " Why, I served 
 under your honour's orders aboard o' the iron-clad Magenta 
 what time you were midshipman and I were master of the 
 ship's police. I am Marius Roquevaire, of Toulon." 
 
 " What, is this you, my honest tar ! " cried Derquy " May 
 Davy Jones' locker be my coffin if I expected to find you 
 here ! Have you left the navy ? " 
 
 " Forced to, lieutenant ; put on the reserve list. But I 
 was lucky enough to get into the prison department, and I am 
 head warden at Dinan. Not that I would not sooner be in 
 my own part, Provence, but I had no choice. Besides, 
 Brittany is not a bad country. You hail from hereabouts, 
 I believe, lieutenant 1 " 
 
 " I do, and come home after three years' active service in 
 China." 
 
 " What can I do to help your honour, lieutenant — or is 
 it captain 1 — for since I left the service you ought to have 
 gained a step." 
 
 *' I have shipped the two swabs — right. This gentleman 
 is with me. Can you tell us to whom we apply to be shown 
 round the castle 1 " 
 
 " I'm your man, captain, and only too happy to show you 
 all alow and aloft. Th^ door-ward is away and I am taking 
 his post." 
 
 " I have a leave." 
 
The Spies in the Stronghold 191 
 
 " Oh, T don't want to see any leave where your honour's 
 concerned. You have hit it off to a T. The prisoners are 
 in the workroom. I can take you around in every mortal 
 place, even the place of execution." 
 
 " Thanks, we are not over-eager about that." 
 
 " I see ; you come for the antics." 
 
 "The antiquities, yes, and for the view off the tower 
 roof." 
 
 " Ay, and that's well worth the trouble of climbing eight- 
 and-forty steps." 
 
 The chief turnkey led them over the bridge, said a word 
 to the watcher at the door, and the gentlemen followed him 
 into the stairway. 
 
 They passed the doors without entering where the tourists 
 always go in, and after an easy enough ascent came out upon 
 the tower top. 
 
 Here was an admirable view of town and country. The 
 old ragged roof -trees bristled on the background and the 
 wooded slopes rose up opposite along the courses of the 
 Ranee. But the site has an untamed air not devoid of charm, 
 a mediaeval landscape where the steam whistle astonishes 
 the hearer. 
 
 " Here we are, gentlemen," said Rocquevaire. " The tra- 
 vellers think a lot of it, but I stick to it that this panorama 
 don't touch the view of the mountains of Lestorel seen from 
 Cannes." 
 
 Olivier pretended not to be of that opinion, and uttered 
 a well-feeling eulogy of the spectacle, as it was necessary he 
 should pose as an enthusiast to explain his visit to the tower 
 platform. Naval officers who have sailed round the world 
 are not usually so curious. 
 
 " I don't reckon your prisoners so very unhappy when they 
 have the belvidere to stroll about upon." 
 
 Thus Alain, which caused Rocquevaire to laugh. 
 " That's not allowed," said he. " Besides, they would 
 rather have a treat of brandy or tobacco in the canteen. The 
 chaps here think no more of the beauties of nature than I do 
 
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 of an old quid — bar one. He's used to living in tlie open air, 
 d'ye see, and he's a first-class fellow, though it's a black mark 
 agin^ his name on the list. I have let him come up here for 
 a couple of hours daily, but I stick to him all the while." 
 
 " What's he done ? " inquired Trigavou. 
 
 '^ He was a soldier who became a gamekeeper, and he's 
 logged down for the killing of his master." 
 
 " Stop a bit ! I heard of this — or the newspapers had it — 
 an old general who lived near here and was shot dead — 
 quite an event, it appears. So you have that criminal here, 
 eh?" 
 
 " Until shifted for the 'sizes next month. Whether they 
 let him off or not, I'm sorry he's going. You'll see why, 
 captain, when I tell 'ee we have a talk every day about the 
 war through which the pair of us went." 
 
 The naval officer fully understood and rejoiced to find the 
 head warder so well disposed towards the prisoner. For 
 still better luck, Rocquevaire, not being a native, was com- 
 pletely ignorant that his former commander was a relation 
 by marriage of Baron Houlbecq. All he knew was that 
 Derquy was a Breton, and he could not infer from that that 
 he thought of saving Calorguen. 
 
 " The poor fellow interests you, eh ? " observed Olivier. 
 
 " Ay, captain, and more besides. Everybody's sorry for 
 him, and Dr. Avangour, who is the first doctor in Dinan and 
 attended the general, of course, often sends Calorguen eat- 
 ables and drinkables. Catch him a-doing that if he believed 
 him guilty 1 More'n that, too, he's coming to see him. The 
 < solitary ' has been taken off these two days and the doctor 
 must have got the order to visit ; in fact, I wonder he's not 
 here to-day." 
 
 " Quite right of the doctor," Alain said, at the same time, "to 
 alleviate the fate of a man who has fought for his country. 
 It's an example to follow. Let us send in a basket of 
 dainties.'* 
 
 " Can we, though ? " asked he directly of the chief turnkey, 
 who replied lightly ; 
 
The Spies in the Stronghold 193 
 
 " Dead agin' the rules and reggylations, but I can shut my 
 eyes on a present from my old officer." 
 
 " I'll take you at your word, old shipmate," said Derquy. 
 " What do you think he'd like ? " 
 
 " Oysters, of course," interposed Trigavou. " I don't think 
 he's indulged in them in here. They'll make a new man of 
 him, I'll bet, and a bottle or two of sound white wine to 
 wash them down. What do you think of that, Master 
 Warder?" 
 
 " No wine, sir. I have had my head dressed because I 
 passed in three bottles of old bordeaux from Dr. Avangour's 
 own cellar. He sent them into the canteen and Calorguen 
 pretended to buy 'em out there. But as for oysters, send 
 in as many as you like." 
 
 " He shall have a full barrel this evening." 
 
 " Send in before four p.m. After dark nothing can come 
 in ; it is the rule and reggylation." 
 
 " I'll attend to it as soon as I get back to my hotel," 
 said Olivier. " And I hope, old mate, that you'll do me 
 the pleasure of coming to breakfast with me in the morn- 
 ing." 
 
 " That would be a great honour, captain, but the prison 
 inspector is expected to drop on us any time, so I cannot 
 get out. Are you staying long down here 1 " 
 
 " Not coming to an anchor. I have got through my 
 business almost, but I shall come back when we can see one 
 another. Now I have no time to spare about that k^g of 
 oysters, and we must put off to the next time visitiug the 
 halls." 
 
 " Have it your own way, captain. But if Calogriien asks 
 who sent him the treat—" 
 
 *' Just say it was a sea officer. Well, yes ; there's nothing 
 to stay you giving my name." 
 
 "That's good enough, sir. Calorguen will drink your 
 honour's health, and so shall I. " 
 
 Eoquevaire escorted the two gentlemen to the guard-house, 
 where he stopped to light his pipe. The visitors strode away 
 O 
 
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 smartly till they passed St. Louis gate, where Alain 
 exclaimed : 
 
 " It strikes me, old fellow, that we have done good work, 
 thanks to you. This comes of beiug under arms ; you're 
 sure to meet some old comrade everywhere. Did not this 
 turnkey fall into the snare easily 1 Now it depends upon 
 Master Calorguen alone to be off this very night ! " 
 
CHAPTEE XXXI 
 
 THE doctor's obstinate PATIENT 
 
 " I TELL you, Olivier, Calorguen could get out this very 
 night, but I do not hope for so quick a success, though I 
 already see how to do it. The shellfish will be packed over 
 a false-bottomed receptacle, hiding files, hooks, and a knotted 
 rope of the due length, so the jailers will see nothing." 
 
 " How will Calorguen know it, then ? " 
 
 " Eest easy as to that. Knowing the present comes from 
 you he will imagine there is something else among the 
 bivalves. The sequel is his own affair. He is strong enough 
 to lower himself down hand under hand and able to find his 
 way when on the ground. He knows the land, every inch, 
 and, reaching the coast, can pay some fisherman to transport 
 him to Jersey. He shall have funds enough, for I will lay a 
 roll of fifty louis beside the rope and files." 
 
 Still Derquy remained unshaken. 
 
 " My dear friend," went on Trigavou, " I cannot promise 
 all will happen as I plan. But nothing venture, nothing win 
 comes pat here. I can engage, though, that if Calorguen 
 stands his trial he will be sentenced to death, whatever Dr. 
 Avangour, the optimist, may aver. And Heaven knows 
 what complications the case will yield, even if there be no 
 necessity for your cousins to attend. They ought to wish, 
 if anybody does, for Calorguen to disappear before the jury 
 is called." 
 
 " They have nothing to fear, as they can reproach them- 
 selves with nothing." 
 
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 " Of course not. But a drowning man clutches at every 
 straw. Calorguen, feeling lost, may try to extenuate the 
 crime by declaring he had accomplices within the castle." 
 
 "What accomplices % My cousins, do you mean ? No one 
 will credit that." 
 
 " An odious assertion, I know ; but don't it occur to you 
 that people would wonder why they worry about General 
 Houlbecq's assassin ? Particularly Mdlle. Yivette, who came 
 down here expressly to raise heaven and earth on behalf of 
 the man — living at his own mother's house, by the same 
 token. Whence her excessive zeal ? Shall I acknowledge, 
 my dear Olivier, this is a question that puzzles me ? It will 
 rise on others and they will explain her singular conduct 
 malevolently." 
 
 This cunningly- guided thrust hit a tender point. Derquy 
 did not believe that Mdlle. de Bourbriac had any affection 
 for the keeper, as Trigavou seemed to insinuate ; but 
 slander always sticks and the count was a past-master in the 
 art of sowing suspicions. He had already succeeded in lead- 
 ing Mdlle. de Bourbriac to believe that her cousin had fought 
 for some disreputable woman, and now he endeavoured to 
 embroil both the betrothed. 
 
 Derquy finally accepted this announcement, anxious as he 
 was to be alone to muse over Alain's perfidious speech, a 
 Parthian shaft that almost accused Vivette of being too fond 
 of Calorguen. 
 
 They separated at about the same time as good-hearted 
 Roquevaire left the guard-house to go up to Calorguen's cell 
 to announce an oyster supper. But it was decreed that he 
 should never go up there by himself that day. Whilst he 
 was knocking the ashes out of his pipe, who should appear 
 at the end of Wicket Street but Dr. Avangour, grave as ever 
 and pacing along solemnly. 
 
 " Good ! " thought Eoquevaire. " He has got the leave to 
 see Calorguen. I'll take him up myself so as to profit by 
 the chance to tell Pierre he can have a rare junketing this 
 evening." 
 
The Doctor's Obstinate Patient 197 
 
 The doctor politely presented an authorisation signed by 
 the senior judge. 
 
 " Quite right, surgeon-major ! " cried Eoquevaire, eagerly. 
 " I'll see you up to my lodger, who will jump out of his collar 
 to see you. I'll leave you alone with him for half an hour. 
 Not according to the rules and reggylations, but I know a 
 gentleman a mile off. You would not cause a fellow to lose 
 his berth." 
 
 " Never fear, my honest man," replied Avangour. " I 
 shall tell nobody you stretched a point, and more than one 
 will be grateful for your kindness, myself principally. Every- 
 body's interested in your prisoner, even to the magistrate 
 who sent him to the assizes." 
 
 " Ay, and outsiders too," added Eoquevaire. 
 
 The doctor did not take up the remark, for its meaning 
 escaped him, but followed the keeper up the tower stairs. 
 He swung a formidable ring of keys as he conducted him to 
 the third story, where he opened a massive door noisily, as 
 prison doors are always opened in the old style of jail, 
 garnished with enormous locks and bristling with bolts. 
 
 Calorguen, seated on a stool before a coarse wooden table, 
 was reading a book lent by his present visitor. He sprang 
 up quickly and came straight to the one faithful friend 
 in his misfortune. 
 
 " Good news, my boy," said the turnkey. *' To begin with, 
 you are no longer to be in solitary confinement, in token of 
 which here's a caller whom I'm going to lock up with you, so 
 you can chatter away at ease. Next, you are going to have 
 fivescore oysters, and I'll send you up from the canteen a good 
 bottle of Yalette, a wine they grow round Nantes — not so 
 good as Capres, a Provence vintage, but worth drinking, 
 though." 
 
 " I shall not say no to the liquor," muttered Calorguen, 
 " but before I touch oysters I want to know where they come 
 from." 
 
 " Two visitors to the castle heard you spoken of, and they 
 thought of doing the kind thing." 
 
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 " Not acquaintances of yours, though, eh ? " 
 
 " Well, I know one of them. I served under him on the 
 Magenta, when he was a midshipman. Now he is a first 
 lieutenant — a captain, as we call 'em — a Breton gentleman 
 named M. Derquy." 
 
 " Oh, I have seen him at Trigavou in the old days. So he 
 remembered me ? " 
 
 " No, he never let out a word of that. But you are a fellow- 
 Breton and have served under the flag, enough to fetch out 
 the core of the cable. It would be lubberly to refuse his 
 offering. Now," concluded Eoquevaire, consulting a huge 
 silver watch, " you have five-and-twenty minutes to talk of 
 your affairs with the doctor, who will excuse me not giving 
 you more time ; but there's the rules and reggylations, 
 d'ye see ! " 
 
 So saying the head jailer stalked forth, banged the door 
 even more loudly than before, and shot the bolts outside. 
 The doctor had let him go without asking further of the 
 other visitors. 
 
 "M. Derquy is a kinsman of Mdlle. de Bourbriac," 
 muttered Calorguen. 
 
 " Her cousin german," said the doctor. " I had no idea he 
 was in Dinan." 
 
 " I thought he was in China. " 
 
 "He returned. I saw him lately in Paris, at Lady 
 Houlbecq's." 
 
 " Then you have seen her ladyship too % " exclaimed the 
 captive. 
 
 " In her residence in Friedland Avenue, the first time since 
 she came to see you at your mother's, an hour before your 
 arrest." 
 
 " Did she speak about m — me ? " 
 
 "Very slightly. We were not alone. And if I had 
 reminded her ladyship of her visit to you on her husband's 
 funeral day I believe it would have distressed her. So I 
 pretended forgetfulness of your long colloquy with her in 
 the orchard." 
 
The Doctor's Obstinate Patient 199 
 
 " She ought to bless you for not saying anything.'^ 
 " I don't doubt that ; and I shall continue to keep silent. 
 But I do not renounce discovering the truth — indeed, I ask 
 it of you — I come for nothing else." 
 
 " I swear to you under God that I am not the man who 
 slew the general. Were it me I'd tell you so." 
 
 " Good ! I believe you. Now, answer with the same pre- 
 cision to another question I must put to you : Lady Houlbecq 
 loves you 1 " 
 
 "Not that I know of." 
 
 "But you are in love with her, at least ? Don't contradict 
 it ! I am sure, and you would deny uselessly. I have eyes 
 and I have seen." 
 
 " I do not deny that." 
 
 " Well and good so far. Have you told her you loved her ! 
 
 " No, she found it out." 
 
 " Then she commanded you to kill her husband ? " 
 
 " But I tell you it was not I who killed him." 
 
 " Do you know the other ? " 
 
 " Did I know I should tell you — when nothing less would 
 save my head. But I do not know, and Lady Houlbecq does 
 not know either." 
 
 " What did she come to you for, then ? And what did you 
 want of her that you begged for an interview — not to propose 
 marriage, I imagine ? Admit there is a secret between you." 
 
 Calorguen bowed his head unanswering. 
 
 "Come, come," said the physician, "be frank. You dis- 
 covered my lady had a gallant. She knew you could destroy 
 her and she came to entreat you to keep still." 
 
 " I promised her as much," replied the gamekeeper with an 
 effort. 
 
 " I guessed it. And this paramour killed the husband 1 " 
 
 " No, I am certain not." 
 
 " How can you be certain ] " 
 
 " He died before my master did ; hence it was not he." 
 
 " Name him." 
 
 " I swore to do nothing of the sort, and will not be for- 
 
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 sworn. Besides, what matters that man's name now ? Were 
 he living and I free I should try to force him to fight me, for 
 I hate him, curse him ! But I did not betray him before his 
 death, and out of respect for my commander's memory I will 
 not disgrace Lady Houlbecq by publishing that she deceived 
 her husband." 
 
 " My dear Pierre, I deplore your obstinacy, but I cannot 
 blame your sentiments. Guilty though a woman may be, she 
 is ever a woman ; and besides, this one is Mdlle. Vivette's 
 sister " 
 
 ** One I respect and bless. Never can I forget her kindness 
 to my mother, sir." 
 
 " There's more of it than you know of. A week ago Mdlle. 
 Vivette came to live at your mother's the better to watch her, 
 and her settling down there was also to defend you better. 
 She is collecting testimony to your good character, and will 
 herself try her good word at the trial. But I must know how 
 you are going to act, and what your answer will be to the 
 indictment. I hope the jury will be well disposed towards 
 you, but all appearances are counter. What is your plan of 
 defence ? " 
 
 " None. A man not guilty needs no plots and plans. I 
 am ready. I should have liked to see my mother, though." 
 
 "You well know she cannot be moved, though she is 
 getting on better. I hope to have her about in the spring. 
 Mdlle. de Bourbriac wanted to come here with me, but I 
 made her understand it would not be seemly. You will see 
 her in the court-room. I shall return once more for anything 
 you want attended to." 
 
 " Do you know if little Yvon will be called as a witness ? " 
 
 "That little lad who watched your mother] Really, T 
 cannot say. I rather think, though, he'll be wanted to tell 
 what hour you came home on the evening when the crime 
 was committed. But why the mischief do you think of him ? 
 Half an idiot, poor child ! His presence cannot be of any 
 use to you." 
 
 "I'd like him to' be there." 
 
The Doctor's Obstinate Patient 201 
 
 " Very well, you can have him summoned as a witness for 
 the defence." 
 
 The doctor was interrupted by a crash of iron. The door 
 opened and the chief warder entered, saying : 
 " Time's up, sir, and I am called down." 
 **I was just going," said Dr. Avangour. "Good-bye, 
 Pierre, till we meet again in three days." 
 
 He held out his hand to the prisoner, which he had not 
 done in entering. Pierre grasped it and shook it with glad- 
 ness, feeling that he believed him now free of the murder. 
 "The oysters have come," said Eoquevaire, chuckling. 
 Your friends wasted no time. There's a bushel basket, boy, 
 none of your trumpery kegs, and it's coming up with a bottle 
 of wine. Pll open two or three dozen myself, as you're not 
 allowed a knife under the rules and reggylations. Better tuck 
 'em under your belt straight off, for night comes on sharp, 
 and the government won't run up any tall gas bills for its 
 guests. Ha ! ha ! " 
 
 With this laughing at his own jokes the honest jailer left 
 the dungeon. 
 
 Calorguen resumed his seat on the stool and leaned an 
 elbow on the table, heeding in no way the banquet. He 
 thought of Lady Houlbecq coming to St. Brieuc, where he 
 would see her again. Dr. Avangour had hit it ; the keeper 
 was not cured of his fatal passion. He cursed the lady of 
 Trigavou Castle ; he scorned her, yet he loved her. Her 
 image floated before his eyes. She figured in all the prisoner's 
 dreams as she appeared under the apple trees supplicating him 
 pitifully to give up the paper which put her at his mercy. He 
 regretted not having been able to gratify her wishes. He was 
 determined to let himself be doomed rather than bring her 
 into the case, and the doctor's wise counsel had not modified 
 his resolution. 
 
 He was driven out of his broodings by Eoquevaire coming 
 in with an underling bringing the oysters and wine. It was 
 no plaything of a keg, but a huge basket filled to bursting off 
 the lid, and the porter had his strength tasked to carry it. 
 
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 " Put that down in a corner and set the bottle on the table, 
 and sling your hook elsewhere," said his superior. " Now, 
 then, lad," he proceeded, when the 'prentice warder had gone, 
 " you must do honour to my old commander's present. Keep 
 your seat. I will show you how to open oysters artistically. 
 You notice that I had a glass brought up for me — so fill up 
 both for a drink." 
 
 Calorguen obeyed mechanically, whilst the other pulled out 
 a large clasp knife and dexterously opened quite four dozen 
 Cancale oysters, which he arranged appetisingly before the 
 prisoner — and himself. 
 
 " There's enough for this evening," he said. " You can 
 have a go at the rest to-morrow, and if too many I'll lend you 
 a hand. I have to swallow going on a hundred before I can 
 raise an appetite, sometimes ; a lucky thing, as you do not 
 seem up to much. Here's your jolly good health." 
 
 Indeed, Calorguen did not evince great gusto for the 
 bivalves which disappeared between the other's lips with 
 startling rapidity, Boquevaire only pausing to drink, so that 
 when he had engulfed his third dozen the bottle was drained. 
 " Now, my lad, I am feeling sharpset for my dinner. Oh, 
 I'll send you up your soup. I'll leave the basket, for you 
 may care to taste in the night. We'll finish 'em to-morrow. 
 I'd like to leave you a light, but you know that's dead agin' 
 the rules and reggylations." 
 
 Upon which Roquevaire walked out and the fastenings 
 closed upon Calorguen, again sinking into his meditation. He 
 could not help smiling at the frank gluttony of his keeper, 
 who regaled himself under pretence of treating his prisoner 
 better. 
 
 But Calorguen soon ran on to graver thoughts. Among 
 Boquevaire's remarks was one hugely suggestive on which 
 he fastened, that baskets may contain other things than 
 oysters. 
 
 "May not M. Derquy have sent me in tools ?" he thought 
 to himself. " I never saw much of him when he came to 
 our place, but then he is a kinsman of Lady Houlbecq and 
 
The Doctor's Obstinate Patient 203 
 
 her sisfcer — their cousin, I hear. They have spoken to him 
 about me and begged him to go to my assistance. There, I 
 was upbraiding my lady for forgetting me, and maybe I was 
 wrong — she has every reason to wish I disappeared before 
 trial. Slie is afraid of my speaking out. I will show her 
 how wrong was she to distrust me, for I would not escape 
 if I had the power." 
 
 At first indignant against the baroness for the intentions 
 he attributed to her, he now wondered if they were not 
 difi'erent from his conception. 
 
 Why should not the lady sincerely pity him 1 And why 
 not have charged her cousin to deliver the man sufi'ering for 
 her cause ? Whether she believed him innocent or guilty, 
 she ought to be grateful for his having revealed nothing 
 at the examination. And if she wished to restore him to 
 freedom, had he any right to refuse it ? He might reason- 
 ably suppose that she had everything ready to facilitate his 
 flight from France. 
 
 Then, again, a final fancy, hardly breathed to himself — 
 might she not receive him somewhere abroad ? This imagina- 
 tion galloped afar out of doors, but bodily flight was not so 
 easy. 
 
 His cell was at the tower top, with one window of good 
 size, but cross-barred with iron. It would take a cold 
 chisel to work them out of the leaded sockets and a rope to 
 descend. Admitting that these articles were in the panier, 
 they could not be unburied from beneath the shell fish till 
 after the jailer's night visit. 
 
 So he killed two hours in prowling up and down the room, 
 once the guard-room for the watch who mounted the roof by 
 turns. The walls were made of stones, disjointed by time, 
 and the rain-rusted ironwork did not appear very strong. 
 
 Here was hope. 
 
CHAPTER XXXII 
 
 THE DEAD SHOT AT WORK AGAIN 
 
 Calorguen's warder came up sooner than usual, set down a 
 bowl of soupj and conscientiously locked up afterwards. 
 
 Familiar with " the rules and regulations " dinned into his 
 ears by the chief guardian, Calorguen knew he should see 
 nobody till the morning. He threw himself on the camp-bed 
 and waited. He had no sleepiness and could do nothing 
 until the castle gates were closed and the watchers all a-bed, 
 save the one standing guard over the dormitories. 
 
 Calorguen's chimeras haunted his over- excited brain more 
 and more, so that he was glad to jump off the couch when the 
 old tower clock struck nine and stride to the corner where the 
 basket stood. To empty it was an easy, but long, operation, 
 as each oyster had to be taken out separately, for upsetting 
 the whole would make a crash and a rattling on the stone 
 floor. 
 
 Calorguen took the prudent course, softly removing the 
 layers of shells and finally^a bed of seaweed, under which his 
 fingers touched a wicker lid bending under pressure. Here 
 was a hiding-place, which he hastened to search. The first 
 object produced was a candle rolled in a piece of paper. As 
 that was useless without fire he dived deeper, and fished up 
 a box of matches. The friend sending help had foreseen 
 everything. 
 
 Calorguen was careful not to strike a light till he had 
 stopped up the keyhole with the crumb of his supper loaf, for 
 an active keeper might apply his eye to it. Besides, he was 
 waxily emptying the basket whilst stooping behind his bed. 
 
The Dead Shot at Work Again 205 
 
 At length he lit up and saw that the basket bottom was filled 
 by a coil of rope, a rather thin but apparently stout one, 
 regularly knotted. In the heart of the serpentine coil was a 
 fine, strong file, a pair of pincers and a pair of cutter's shears. 
 He had the choice of three courses— to file, wrench out, or dig 
 out the window bars. 
 
 His friend, the prisoner thought, could only be Lieutenant 
 Derquy, and he was evidently inspired by Lady Houlbecq. 
 
 Looking closer, Calorguen perceived that the candle wrap 
 was pencilled upon. He hastened to unfold the crumpled page 
 and read as follows : 
 
 *' A well-wisher, who knows you are not guilty, sends you 
 means to get out of confinement. The rope has been measured 
 and tested, being strong enough to bear you and long enough 
 to enable you to reach the ground when at its end. Lower 
 yourself at midnight. A guide awaits you on the castle walk 
 to take you to St. Lunaire, where a fishing smack is ready to 
 sail to Jersey. Do not put off flight this night, as to-morrow 
 it will be too late. Burn this." 
 
 "A well-wisher," muttered Calorguen, after reading this 
 invitation with unspeakable emotion. *"Tis she ! and the 
 guide awaiting me at the tower foot is her cousin, M. Derquy. 
 And I accused her of forgetting me — she who has never 
 ceased to think of me ! " 
 
 He kissed the paper he was commanded to destroy. He 
 could not compare the handwriting with that of the terrible 
 note which Lady Houlbecq had thrown out to him in the 
 castle grounds on the morrow of St. Hubert's day, but he 
 believed it was the same, and hesitatingly burnt it in the 
 candle after having twice more perused it. One autograph of 
 the baroness was ample keepsake. The other was in safe 
 keeping, and this might fall into evil hands in case the prisoner 
 was caught or killed in climbing down. In such a case, the 
 paper would be found by persons sure to lay it before the 
 police. 
 
 Having parried this peril by destroying the note, Calorguen 
 only thought of obeying it. 
 
206 The Condem7ied Door 
 
 He had two hours to prepare in. He began work by the 
 longest and hardest task, the dislodgement of the window 
 bars, too thick for filing. Standing on his stool, he went at 
 them with his chisel. He soon discovered that the masonry 
 did not hold them very firmly. Years and rains had rendered 
 the stone friable and rusted the metal, so he had no great 
 difiiculty in "unshipping the bars," as Eoquevaire would 
 have said, by using his tool as a lever after digging out the 
 cement and lead and enlarging the cracks. In less than an 
 hour this was done with all but one upright, left intact for 
 the rope to be fastened to. With a final wrench he turned 
 the whole grate round on this centre bar like an axle, so that 
 the horizontal bars stuck out and in, leaving room enough for 
 a man to pass tolerably smoothly. 
 
 The rope, examined minutely, was knotted from end to 
 end and topped by a steel ring. This he slipped over one of 
 the bars up to the angle with the cross ; he passed the free 
 end of the rope through the next space and let it slowly glide 
 down along the outside of the wall. There could be no give, 
 though as well-built a man as our prisoner stretched it. 
 
 Whilst awaiting the indicated hour he could only employ 
 the time in smoothing over things. 
 
 He pocketed the chisel, shears, and pincers preparatory to 
 serving the candle the same way ; he stuffed the seaweed 
 into the false bottom as if it were only a little fraud of the 
 fishmonger and piled a-top all the oysters. 
 
 It is true the displaced grating could not be pushed back 
 and the rope would remain ; but nothing would show that 
 the necessary tools had come in the basket, which the keej^ers, 
 to avoid a charge of connivance, would no doubt kick out of 
 the way before the governor came to inspect. 
 
 All these precautions taken, Calorguen again cherished the 
 delusions intoxicating his mind since liberty was in prospect. 
 He reproached himself for even having doubted Lady Houl- 
 becq's sympathy and did not think to curse her now. He 
 loved her. 
 
 His amorous reverie was cut short by the clang of the bell 
 
The Dead Shot at Work Again 207 
 
 striking midnight. Nothing less would have reminded the 
 prisoner he must be up and doing. 
 
 He glanced at the repacked basket, made sure that nothing 
 appeared about the cell beyond the shells opened and cleared 
 by Roquevaire, put out the candle, shoved it into his pocket 
 together with the box of matches, and climbed up on the stool 
 on his table drawn under the window. 
 
 The moon was new in the first quarter, the sky cloudy, the 
 night black, and a cold drizzle falling, disagreeable weather 
 made for an escape, by which Calorguen hastened to profit. 
 
 He hoisted himself into the aperture and went out back- 
 wards, after seizing the rope with both hands. It was no 
 easy task, but he was as agile as strong. 
 
 He withstood the shock of swinging himself down outside 
 and began to lower himself slowly and methodically. All 
 went well at the start. Hanging close to the wall, the rope 
 did not quiver much, and the darkness which shielded him 
 from surprise also preserved him from that greater danger of 
 giddiness which sometimes perturbs the soundest heads. He 
 saw nothing save the dark, rugged stonework scraped by his 
 body, and staring down to see what progress he was making 
 would have availed him little, for he could not pierce the 
 gloom. 
 
 Down he went and felt no fatigue. 
 
 Once, though, he all but let go the cord, startled by the 
 sudden rush out of an owl from its hole in the wall. The 
 bird nearly blinded him with a flap of his wings, but he 
 speedily recovered from the alarm and soon again believed 
 he was at his journeys end. 
 
 As clearly as he could remember, the tower was not much 
 higher than the spire of the clock tower, where the bell still 
 hangs, given to the town by the Duchess Anne. 
 
 Calorguen rarely came to Dinan, and when he did lost no 
 lime in measuring the height of steeples and towers. Hence 
 he was not very certain on the distance still to pass before 
 landing ; but he need only continue till his feet touched. 
 
 Bofore then, however, his hands joined on the rope forced 
 
208 The Condemned Door 
 
 out a piece of stone, which fell down into the moat. He 
 heard it dash on the rocks and rebound, and was astonished 
 at the number of seconds before the end of the fall. 
 
 " I am not so far down as I imagined," he muttered 
 between his teeth. 
 
 He also marvelled that no guarded vocal signal had yet 
 reached his ears. "A guide awaits you on the castle walk," 
 was written by the friendly sender of the basket, probably 
 Lieutenant Derquy. If he were below, why no token of life 
 to encourage the wretch dangling in mid-air ? There was no 
 need to roar out at the top of the lungs. The voice ascends 
 and a moderate tone would reach him. 
 
 For an instant the fugitive paused, and to get a look 
 twisted himself to be face outwards. He saw nothing and 
 concluded that the earth was not near. Almost instantly, 
 feeling for the next lowest knot, his feet could find none. 
 Calorguen believed he blundered, but a renewal of the experi- 
 ment had the same result. He was at the end of the rope, 
 really too short by upwards of eight yards. He shuddered 
 and involuntarily shut his eyes. But he did not relinquish 
 his hold. He had the presence of mind, moreover, to haul 
 himself up so that his feet could rest on the last knot. He 
 had escaped the peril of dropping so far as to smash his 
 skull, but the position was not long tenable. 
 
 He thought he had best call out. 
 
 "Are you there*?" he challenged, risking everything at 
 so critical a point. 
 
 " Yes," answered a voice, apparently afar. " All right — 
 only six feet off the ground. Let go ! " 
 
 Very little more and Calorguen would have obeyed, for 
 he had no idea it was a snare, but he thought that, without 
 any evil intention, his friend might have miscalculated and 
 then any error about the proper length of rope would cost 
 the fugitive dear. So he decided not to drop before full 
 information. 
 
 "So dark I cannot see you," he replied. •*Come to the 
 foot of the wall and you can touch my feet if it's only six 
 
The Dead Shot at Work Again 209 
 
 feet. Then I'll be sure you were right, and I'll run the 
 risk." 
 
 No answer this time. 
 
 Calorguen fell to wondering on the meaning of this call 
 to chance the space, and on the subsequent silence. Who 
 was he dealing with ? Was the supplier of instruments to 
 break jail some betrayer ? He waited still, but as nothing 
 happened he was constrained to believe with terror that 
 there was nothing for it but to climb up again to avoid the 
 fate projected by this false friend. 
 
 This was no such easy matter that he could rely on reaching 
 his cell window. At the first trial he found he had a little too 
 much presumed on his strength, though not on his spirit. 
 
 The rope burned his hands ; his strained arms were stiff ; 
 the blood flew to his head, and his eyes, fatigued by the 
 darkness, blinked despite his will. 
 
 Yet he ascended somehow by fits and starts, pausing at 
 every knot to recover breath. He w^-s bound not to perish 
 at the feet of the scoundrel who awaited his fall. He wished 
 to survive for vengeance. How he knew not, but he swore 
 to make the organiser of this odious ambush pay dear for 
 the criminal scheme. 
 
 Indignation gave him power and for a while he mounted 
 rapidly. Again stayed, he listened, but no sound arose. 
 Had the speaker quitted his post? Calorguen fancied so 
 and went on climbing. He felt that this was his last e^ jrt, 
 but also knew the window was not far. He was eve a 
 attaining it when he heard a faint report, coinciding witli 
 the ping of a bullet on the tower stones. 
 
 "He sees I am getting out of his clutches and tries to 
 make sure of me," said Calorguen to himself. " Luckily h 
 missed me." 
 
 Almost instantly a second shot went off. This time the 
 marksman took better aim. Calorguen was hit 1 
 
CHAPTER XXXIII 
 
 THE REVULSION FROM LOVE TO HATRED 
 
 At the second shot Calorguen felt a deadened pain on the 
 thigh, as from a blow with a club. This is the ordinary 
 effect from a flesh wound by a bullet, as he knew from expe- 
 rience, having received two at Metz. He knew also that a 
 stunning sensation quickly spreads and would disable the 
 limb. Before it refused service he must make the uttermost 
 effort. So he grasped the bar with both hands to which he 
 had fastened the rope. He had more difficulty in getting 
 one knee on the window sill and then the other ; once so 
 far, he wormed himself forward flat and managed to turn. 
 Finally, he descended into his cell upon the stool, itself upon 
 the table. 
 
 He limped to the bed, on which he sat to examine his 
 wound by the light of the candle which he took out of his 
 pocket to light. He saw that the lead had probably struck 
 the shears, so as to glance along in the flesh, carrying away 
 the skin, a long raw wound which would heal quickly. 
 
 He washed the flayed spot with water from the jug, tore 
 up his handkerchief for bandage, and found relief from this 
 summary dressing. Nevertheless, he had narrowly escaped. 
 Only by a miracle had he missed breaking his head on the 
 rocks, thanks to the fall of the stone warning him by its 
 duration of descent. And the villain who had laid the snare 
 by sending him too short a rope had tried to bring him down 
 with his revolver. 
 
 Who had conceived so black a design and prepared its 
 execution with such infernal skill ? This was the victim's 
 
The Bevulsion from Love to Hatred 211 
 
 first question. There was no doubt the present came from 
 Lieutenant Derquy. But it was presumable he did not 
 know the contents of the basket, and it was not he who 
 waited to see the prisoner die at the dungeon base. Calor- 
 guen knew little of him, but he would not accept the sup- 
 position that the assassin was an officer and a gentleman . 
 The lieutenant was the unconscious tool of some enemy of 
 the gamekeeper's, cunning and ferocious. Derquy, desirous 
 to bestow a token of kindness on the prisoner, had applied 
 to somebody in the town for oysters, and the basket had 
 passed through several hands before arrival at the jail. 
 
 Whose hands? What made this ill-chosen go-between 
 hate the recipient so much as to plot his death 1 Calorguen 
 was next to unknown in Dinan before the tragic occurrence 
 published his name. And to believe the doctor and head 
 warder, public opinion was not hostile to him. Therefore the 
 ambush was not laid by any townsman, but by another. 
 
 Had Calorguen but known that the Lord of Trigavou was 
 not dead, he w^ould have sought no further. But this was not 
 in his ken, no more than that the count accompanied Derquy 
 into the jail. 
 
 Through many reflections, one bitter memory returned to 
 the unhappy fellow — his joy at thinking Lady Houlbecq had 
 tried to help his flight. He had blessed her on finding the 
 rope and instruments in the basket sent by her cousin. He 
 had dreamt of seeing her once more ; he had reproached him- 
 self for accusing her of indifference ; he had striven to per- 
 suade himself that she was not responsible to man or under 
 heaven for the crime committed by some stranger, and he 
 had admired the ingenious means invented by her to deliver 
 this poor worm adoring a star. 
 
 His decision to risk life in escaping sprang from the hope 
 to meet again out of France the noble dame who pitied his 
 plight. 
 
 And lo ! the help hid a frightful plot ! Did it come from 
 her, as he believed when making his attempt? Excellent 
 were the reasons found to convince him she had alone 
 
212 TJiQ Condemned Door ■ 
 
 devised the evasion — sound reasons now, after the event. 
 Calorguen poised them one by one, and hurried to the same 
 conclusion that Lady Houlbecq sent letter and present. 
 Only, instead of seeking to save the man who sacrificed him- 
 self for her, she had intended to destroy him. It was the 
 simplest and surest way to close his mouth and suppress the 
 sole witness w^hom he dreaded. 
 
 Lady Houlbecq was a monster. 
 
 The veil spread by mad passion was suddenly rent away. 
 Calorguen's heart shrank up and he regretted he had not 
 let himself be killed on the rocks. He cursed her now, and 
 little cared to know who was this wretch's accomplice wait- 
 ing at the foot of the tower — some new lover or hireling 
 assassin, perhaps. 
 
 He persisted in believing that Lieutenant Derquy had only 
 played a passive part and was not really in the plot. 
 
 He even purposed preventing evil consequences to the 
 naval officer, if it were discovered he had been concerned. If 
 Roquevaire saw the unset grating and the rope attached 
 thereto, he would divine without trouble that the implements 
 had come in the basket sent by M. Derquy. 
 
 " Roquevaire shall see nothing," muttered Calorguen, 
 through his grinding teeth. *' Perhaps he would hold his 
 tongue for fear of getting hauled over the coals for neglect, 
 but the best course and the surest is to clear everything 
 away." 
 
 He thought no more of his wound, which really was light 
 enough to be concealed. If it went bad instead of healirg. 
 Dr. Avangour could be called in and told everything, for he 
 wanted his opinion. With no more reservations to make, 
 Calorguen might well let this honourable gentleman into his 
 confidence about his strange nocturnal adventure. Perhaps 
 he would have yielded, too, to the doctor's urging him to make 
 a clean breast of all to the jury. 
 
 The gamekeeper commenced putting back things to their 
 usual state. The basket was already stuffed with the 
 bivalves. The grating was next to be replaced — not too hard 
 
The Bevulsion from Love to Hatred iil3 
 
 a job, as it was only partly unset and was neither filed nor 
 wrenched away. First he pulled up the rope and took the 
 ring off the bars. Then he drew the grating inwards on the 
 pivots of the unloosened upright bar. This succeeding, he 
 cemented the ends in the socket with bread-crumbs stained 
 with rust and smeared with the lime-dust. 
 
 Now the rope. Hide it under the bed? The sweeper 
 would find it. Lay it between the mattrass and bed 1 To 
 be found a little later. Burn it by the candle ? Nonsense ! 
 it would take an age, and the smoke, ashes, and smell would 
 betray him. 
 
 On full consideration, he deemed it best to throw it out of 
 the window to fall into the ditch, full of mud in winter and 
 covered with weeds and thistles all the year round. Nobody 
 would go after it there, and, if found, nothing would denote 
 it had come from the dungeon top. 
 
 Out it went, therefore, followed by the file, chisel, pincers, 
 and shears. It did occur to him that the rascal who had shot 
 him might remain on the look-out on the castle walk ; but 
 even then, his design being bafiled, he would not lumber him- 
 self with articles purchased by him of some shopkeeper who 
 would identify him. 
 
 The candle alone remained, and not much of that. 
 
 He used it to inspect his cell- to make sure no traces re- 
 mained. He found onl}^ oyster-shells left by Roquevaire, and, 
 after putting in their places the table and stool, he blew out 
 the candle and sent it to keep company in the muat with the 
 other presents. 
 
 He kepttheboxof matches as possibly useful, for Roquevaire 
 let him smoke cigarettes, and he could stand to it they came 
 from the canteen. 
 
 All this done, he closed the movable glazed sash, keeping 
 out the weather behind the bars, which he had taken off to 
 allow his passing, and, returning to the pallet, lay down 
 dressed, so as not to stain the sheets with blood. Useless 
 precaution, for the wound did not bleed at all ; but Calorgueu 
 was bent on hiding all clue to the night's events. 
 
214 The Condemned Door 
 
 Of course he could not sleep. Wakefulness is a prisoner's 
 worst torture. The unfortunate man tossed about on the bed, 
 not filled with rose leaves. Day seemed never coming, and 
 slumber likewise shrank aloof. 
 
 Finally, a faint gleam did steal through the bars and the 
 cold, grey, wintry day dawned. Calorguen rose and set to 
 walking up and down to warm himself and invigorate his 
 stiffened, benumbed leg. At least it would bear him, the 
 wound was so insignificant, and he did not doubt now it 
 would heal of itself. 
 
 The chief warder would look in about nine and Dr. Avan- 
 gour promised to return in three days. He had nothing to 
 say to the former, but he meant to tell the doctor everything 
 and consult him on his future action. He felt unable to come 
 to any resolution otherwise, and he knew the assizes were at 
 hand. 
 
 Roquevaire came up an hour earlier than usual, and it was 
 clear that his humour had changed over-night. He showed 
 a scowling face, announcing no good, and said bluntly : 
 
 " It's to-day." 
 
 " What's to-day 1 " asked the prisoner. 
 
 *' Your removal to St. Brieuc. I have just got the judge's 
 transfer order. Get ready for the 10.36 train, to get in at 
 1.47." 
 
 " What ! this morning ! and my trial not before January 1 " 
 
 " It will come off immediately ; set down as a special case." 
 
 *' I never heard of such a thing." 
 
 " Well, you hear of it now. Your business has made such 
 a noise that they want to get it over. And besides, the wise- 
 acres think you are not guarded securely here," added the 
 warder, ill-humouredly. " You have too many friends in this 
 place and all around here." 
 
 " I know only one." 
 
 " Dr. Avangour. Oh, he'll behave himself ; but they are 
 afeared the others will have a try to get you out. As if I 
 was the ass to let them have the ghost of a chance. However, 
 they've settled it among themselves. You will be sent to the 
 
The Bevulsion from Love to Hatred 215 
 
 chief town. Mind, if they ever learn I let you have those 
 presents through, I should not get out of it scot free. So, for 
 safety's sake I'll hurry that basket out of the way and eat the 
 few oysters you left last night in your honour, my poor lad. 
 I'll give you my word I am sorry you're going — I was getting 
 used to you. Come along down with me to the clerk's office 
 to get my receipt for transferring you. I'll let Dr. Avangour 
 know that you had to go. That will save him coming here 
 for nothing." 
 
 There was no remonstrance possible, so Calorguen hung his 
 head and followed Eoquevaire. 
 
 " And now, my lady," he murmured, " we two must fight 
 this out together." 
 
CHAPTEE XXXIV 
 
 The Sisters' Conflict 
 
 On hurrying out of Mother Calorguen's dwelling, Viviana 
 de Bourbriac had determined to tell Dr. Avangour every- 
 thing even to the find in the secret passage within the thick 
 wall of Trigavou Castle. She meant also to relate how the 
 master of La Hunaudaie was haunting the countryside and 
 had been seen by her. But, on the road, she had doubted 
 her right to defame her sister, Flavia, by revealing she had 
 loved guiltily, and doubted, too, if it were well to tell of her 
 meeting and dialogue with Alain. 
 
 The doctor was a devoted and incontestable friend, and 
 Viviana could request hospitality of him; but, after all, he 
 was none of her kin, and she ought to think twice before 
 speaking once of family secrets to him. 
 
 Her sudden decision to go to Dinan was in order to place 
 herself under Olivier Derquy's guard. Being her cousin 
 german, he might be entrusted with a confidential com- 
 munication, even though they did not become husband and 
 wife. For him alone would be uttered the blackening story, 
 so she went to the telegraph office before proceeding to the 
 doctor's. Her despatch to Lieut. Derquy, Grand Hotel, 
 Paris, ran : — " Come, much wanted. I am waiting at Dr. 
 Avangour's, Duguesclin Square." She could not dream that, 
 at that very juncture, Derquy was near her, having taken 
 the morning train so as to arrive at Dinan that same evening 
 at seven, where he put up at a hotel near the station. 
 
 Next day, Viviana learnt of that arrival, through the 
 doctor having hearcl of it from th^ phief weirder— a piece gf 
 
The Sisters' Conflict 217 
 
 news that much surprised both. Having no time to receive 
 the message, he could not know that his cousin was at Dinan. 
 Hence, what had he come for, and in whose company had 
 he visited Calorguen's cell ? Mdlle. de Bourbriac, eager to 
 see him as soon as possible, besought Dr. Avaugour to hunt 
 him up. There are not so many hotels in Dinan that a new 
 comer would not be traced. He promised to take up the 
 quest next day, and passed away the evening in relating his 
 interview with Pierre Calorguen, 
 
 The good doctor had returned wonder-stricken by the 
 prisoners firmness, touched by his resignation, and all but 
 convinced of his guiltlessness, but far from encouraged about 
 the issue of his trial at St. Brieuc. But he took heed not to 
 weaken Yiviana's greater than ever belief in his acquittal, 
 and neither raised a word regarding Lady Houlbecq, Alain 
 of Trigavou, or Pillemer. Before parting, it was agreed that 
 the physician should seek for Lieut. Derquy during his 
 morning visits, whilst Mdlle. de Bourbriac should betake her- 
 self to the solicitor who had received the general's last will. 
 She was still decided on refusing to benefit by the loss to 
 her sister, and on renouncing the heritage formally . 
 
 Lawyer Plaintel, as everybody called him, lived in Haute- 
 voie Street, not far from Duguesclin Square, in an old house 
 of the Old Town, and his person was in perfect harmony with 
 the antiquated dwelling occupied by him these forty years. 
 His father and grandfather had lived there before him, and he 
 worthily represented this long line of solicitors and notaries. 
 Rising with the dawn, always clad in black and a white 
 neckcloth, he spent his life in a study crowded with papers, 
 adjoining his chief office, where, among dusty documents, 
 scribbled a head clerk almost as old as himself but less care- 
 fully arrayed. 
 
 This survivor of the old-fashioned solicitors in an age when 
 servants of the law pride themselves on knowledge of lawn 
 tennis, boat-house management, steam-launch steering, and 
 society elegances, was an honourable man and a skilful one. 
 for miles around fglk came to consult hitp, and he had nq 
 
218 The Condemned Door 
 
 equal for pointing out good investments, knowing as he did 
 the^ value of all landed estates about there. He knew, too, all 
 the families of any consequence, their genealogy, history, and 
 monetary position. Hence there were few wealthy marriages 
 made without his preliminary opinion on the real value of 
 the settlements. 
 
 Lawyer Plaintel was a livingbook of information, of which, 
 however, he made none but good use. His discretion equalled 
 his obligingness, and the Dinan people called his study the 
 lock-up of secrets. 
 
 M. Plaintel therefore fully deserved all the confidence 
 given him by General Houlbecq, who had purchased Trigavou 
 by his intermediation. Later on, when the first purchase 
 was to be added to, this model agent had no little helped to 
 bring about profitable bargains. So the general would come 
 to the good old fellow's offices when he had business with 
 him, for he never would leave it for anybody. Hence the 
 solicitor's face was unknown at the castle, both to the baroness 
 and Viviana, though they heard him frequently spoken of. 
 
 On the other hand, the doctor rather often met him to have 
 his savings^laid out on mortgages, and he knew the lord of 
 La Hunaudaie ever so long, as his family had been the lega 
 agents for the Trigavous. 
 
 Mdlle. de Bourbriac, informed by Dr. Avangour, felt no 
 embarrassment on calling on the stranger. 
 
 She found the house designated by large scrolls in the old 
 style, climbed very poorly-lighted stairs and, guided by a 
 black-lettered label on a deal board, entered a long room 
 where the mustiness offended her as soon as she took one 
 step within. 
 
 There sat the head clerk on a worn straw-bottomed chair, 
 at a desk, wearing spectacles and butcher's outer sleeves of 
 linen. Two younger men were in the corners scratching 
 their pens over paper with an exasperating squeak. 
 
 All raised their heads at once on hearing the young lady, 
 and stared away at a client so uncommonly pretty ancl 
 stylish, 
 
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 She asked for M. Plaintel, and the chief clerk, without 
 unlocking his jaws, pointed to a door across the room. The 
 regulation was to keep quiet or whisper as in a church. 
 Understanding, the visitor crossed the office, pushed a door, 
 and all of a sudden faced the master, who was seated at 
 an old cylinder writing-desk. M. Plaintel had a round, 
 smoothly -shaven face, kindly in expression, enframed in long 
 locks of white hair almost to his shoulders. His black eyes 
 were still lively and his mouth smiling. 
 
 He rose politely and pointed to a worn armchair ; when 
 Viviana gave her name, he fairly beamed. 
 
 " I was expecting you," he said with a bow, " hearing that 
 you had come to friend Avangour's. Bless you ! everything 
 gets noised in a little town like this. Excuse me not paying 
 you a call, but my age keeps me in — my understanding is 
 sound enough, but my understandings are shaky, d'ye see, 
 he, he, he ! However, there's no need of hurry, for there's 
 no limit of time in acting on a will." 
 
 " It is precisely on account of my brother-in-law's will that 
 I have come," observed Viviana. 
 
 " It is regular, quite regular, and the lamented general leaves 
 you a magnificent fortune. The land, house, and woods are 
 worth over a million francs ; the town house eight hundred 
 thousand at the lowest figure. I have not the exact amount at 
 hand of the movable property, but I daresay it will top two 
 millions. As soon as that unfortunate gamekeeper's trial 
 comes off*, you can claim the entry into possession." 
 
 " Excuse me, sir, but did not the doctor tell you " 
 
 " He told me that he imparted to the widow the latest 
 decision of her husband, as I begged him to do, and that her 
 ladyship took the blow with much serenity. Many in her 
 place would have been painfully distressed. It is true that 
 the general settled on her a relatively important sum, and 
 then, again, there are no children — the fortune will pass lo 
 you, mademoiselle, her dearly-beloved sister who has always 
 lived w4th her. Nothing prevents her living with you when 
 you are wedded ^" 
 
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 "My marriage is not before us," interrupted Mdlle. de 
 Bourbriac, nettled by these untimely digressions. "I 
 came to " 
 
 " Speak about the will, I know," went on the imper- 
 turbable man of the law ; *' but I must be allowed to wish well 
 to the descendant of one of the oldest families in Brittany, 
 for you are of Breton stock, young lady. Your great-grand - 
 sire voted with the nobles at the Rennes Parliament in 1787. 
 He and the ancestor of the Earl of Trigavou sat there side 
 by side. Their posterity have fared differently ; poor Lord 
 Alain, the last of his name, has only the scraps of his paternal 
 property." 
 
 The name made Viviana start, the more as she had not 
 expected to hear it from Lawyer Plaintel, and it was dragged 
 in so by neck and crop that she wondered if the solicitor did 
 not do it on purpose. 
 
 " I know — I very well know," pursued the obstinate old 
 fellow, " that your late father, the Marquis of Bourbriac, was 
 as penniless as the father of Lord Alain of Trigavou ; but 
 your house was raised again, ten years ago, by a marriage ; 
 and no derogation either, for General Houlbecq came of a 
 fine Norman family and an immensely rich one to boot. 
 May the last of the Trigavous fare as well." 
 
 This was going too far, and his hearer lost patience. 
 
 " Sir," she said, " I beg you to be good enough to listen to 
 me. I have determined to renounce the inheritance of my 
 brother-in-law, and my visit has no other end than to ask you 
 to prepare the form of renunciation as soon as possible." 
 
 " Give up two hundred thousand francs per annum ! " 
 ejaculated the scandalised Plaintel. " You can't think of it ! 
 Was ever such downright folly ! " 
 
 " It is my positive will ! " 
 
 " But why should you give up this unexpected Godsend 1 " 
 
 "Because it belongs to my sister." 
 
 ''You are in error, young lady: a wife is not her 
 husband's natural heiress, she only comea in after all the 
 collateral relatives," 
 
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 *' General Houlbecq constituted her sole recipient by a 
 previous will, revoked I know not why. I do not mean by 
 the new one to despoil tny sister." 
 
 a Yery generous all this on your part ; but you seem to 
 believe that your renunciation will restore things to the statu 
 quo. Not at all, young lady ! Lady Houlbecq will still not 
 inherit." 
 
 "May I know how that is 1 " inquired the much-astonished 
 hearer. 
 
 "Because the general foresaw this event, knowing you 
 thoroughly as generous — fully capable in consequence of 
 refusing to profit by his liberality, which he had perfect 
 freedom to show. So he took his precautions to prevent his 
 fortune returning to his wife. He appended a codicil to his 
 testament." 
 
 "A codicil?" repeated the other, not understanding. 
 
 " Yes, at the close of the act constituting you sole legatee, 
 the general added this clause : 'In case Mdlle. Viviana de 
 Bourbriac, my sister-in-law, refuses to benefit by this 
 present will, I leave all my real and personal estate to the 
 state, to be employed as it may decree.' You see that your 
 disinterestedness will not advantage your sister. Whatever 
 happens. Lady Houlbecq will never have her husband's 
 money." Overwhelmed, Yiviana let the solicitor proceed. 
 " In this I see certain proof of a firm resolution to disinherit 
 Lady Houlbecq. The general reasoned that his sister-in-law 
 was capable of rejecting the fortune he left her to the 
 detriment of his widow. If he left it, as an alternative, to 
 poor cousins or the poor, a hospital, asylum, or any 
 charitable foundation, she will make the more scruple of 
 accepting it because she would be depriving the unfortunate 
 of a blessing. So he arranged to leave it to the Government 
 if she refused it, an impersonal receiver to profit which she 
 is not likely to despoil herself. ' Hence she will have to in- 
 herit from me ! ' very sound reasoning," concluded the lawyer, 
 " for under these conditions your refusal would almost be an 
 insult to the general's memory. Everybody would blame you, 
 
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 and, moreover, you would cross your own aim, which would 
 doubtless be to assure ample means to your sister. When you 
 enjoy the fortune, nothing can prevent passing a portion over to 
 Lady Houlbecq by deed of gift, or by simply handing it over, 
 which is safer and costs nothing — ahem ! You can give her 
 half even, and nobody can make a remark. Then Lady 
 Houlbecq, who would have sunk from opulence into the 
 unhappy mean, without your act, will be as well off as your- 
 self. Nothing better. But to bring this about, you must 
 accept the heritage, or both of you will become poor, for the 
 splendid property will melt away to nobody's advantage in 
 the Public Treasury, What a pity ! " 
 
 At least his auditor owned him to be a hundred times 
 right in not playing Lady Bountiful to a pure loss. 
 
 " Are you convinced ? " inquired the orator. 
 
 " I shall see what Dr. Avangour says," answered the lady 
 evasively, not to say like a woman. " He never mentioned 
 this codicil." 
 
 *' Because I did not mention it to him. Where was the 
 use ] It never occurred to me that you would spurn the 
 gift. Well, consult him ! I know his answer, knowing his 
 rectitude, and that no sensible man can have any other 
 opinion than mine on the matter. So Lord Alain of 
 Trigavou said to me only yesterday." 
 
 " What ! " exclaimed Yiviana, " have you been discussing 
 this will with him ? How could that come about 1 On 
 what grounds could Lord Trigavou meddle with my 
 business 1 " 
 
 "Pray do not accuse me of telling tales," returned the 
 old lawyer, smiling. "Everybody in the town knows by 
 this how General Houlbecq favoured you. I kept it close, 
 but the gentlemen on the bench did not imitate my example. 
 Never a soul in Dinan is unaware that you are sole legatee. 
 Hence it is quite a matter of course my clients should prate, 
 when I see them, of the great topic. And, furthermore, do 
 not accuse our poor Alain of meddling with what does not 
 concern him, I am his legal agent, as I was his father'^ 
 
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 before him, and I look after his affairs in Brittany. He is 
 lacking a purchaser for the La Hunaudaie Farm, and I hope 
 I've found him one. My lord came to ask how the business 
 was coming on." 
 
 " Is he going to leave these parts ? " 
 
 ** Yes ; on account of annoyances arising from this un- 
 happy trial. His farmer will figure as witness, having 
 played a nasty part in the matter, it appears. Lord Alain 
 wishes to be rid of the rogue by disposing of the land. So he 
 came to speak of the sale, and the general's will only 
 cropped up by mere chance in our chat. He was com- 
 miserating Lady Houlbecq, but yet was happy to know that 
 the fortune would fall to one so worthy of it. I must add 
 that his opinion of you is so high that he almost divined you 
 would reject it. I showed him how impossible that was, and 
 he agreed with me you would never commit the folly of 
 throwing away some four millions to enrich a republican 
 government." 
 
 " So he believes, now, that my sister is almost im- 
 poverished ? " 
 
 " The truth ; inasmuch as in no case, I repeat, will Lady 
 Houlbecq finger a penny-piece." 
 
 Viviana made no comment this time, feeling the full force 
 of the judicious lawyer's argument, and not being far from 
 following his counsel, but she comprehended quite well why 
 Lord Trigavou had pressed her with his suit so sharply. 
 She had been wondering why he had suddenly declared his 
 pretended sentiments after having so long concealed them. 
 She had only partly believed them, but had not wholly 
 perceived the truth. Now she saw clearly that the 
 Prince Charming was an impudent fortune-hunter. After 
 being her sister's choice, he would have married her if, 
 as he expected, quadruply a millionnaire ; but, on learn- 
 ing that her husband had disinherited her in favour 
 of Mdlle. de Bourbriac, he had hastened to change his aim. 
 As a practical man, he had endeavoured to obtain sure 
 information, and hence had gone to Lawyer Plaintel before 
 
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 carrying the attack further, and he was completely settled on 
 the financial situation of both sisters. The choice of the 
 Master of La Hunaudaie was made. What mattered to him 
 that Lady Houlbecq had besmirched her reputation for him ? 
 He threw her off without a qualm, and, having learnt from 
 her of Viviana's inclination for him, he hoped to capture the 
 heiref^s by it. He had already set about it. The meeting at 
 the garden walk had been premeditated, and he had pleaded 
 so well that the lady had heard him out. He flattered him- 
 self he had produced a deep impression, and he was not far 
 out on that point. Besides, he had more than one string to 
 his bow, and the services he purposed rendering Calorguen 
 were of a nature to win Viviana's gratitude. Therefore he 
 might reasonably reckon on complete success, and no doubt 
 he duly waited for a fresh chance to finish a campaign so 
 well commenced — a chance that he would plot to bring 
 about. 
 
 He was not to know his prize had learnt the truth on the 
 sincerity of his declaration since she had penetrated the tower 
 interior. He horrified her, and all she thought of was to 
 avoid him, after having told him bluntly how she scorned 
 him, without giving the reason. 
 
 " Talking of my dear client," resumed the solicitor, 
 blundering as to the meaning of his caller's silence, '' T feel 
 very friendly in regard to him, and should be most happy to 
 see him rise by a wealthy alliance out of a position painful 
 to a nobleman boasting one of the finest names in the 
 peerage of Old Brittany. Lord Alain of Trigavou is almost 
 a poor man, though he cannot be reproached for squandering 
 his fortune, since it was his father reduced it so low. He has 
 managed with what was left him very wisely, and he lives as 
 sensibly as can be. As for his personal gifts, young lady — 
 you know all about that — and you must own that he is a 
 finished gentleman." 
 
 This eulogy of the last of the Trigavous so much re- 
 sembled the overture to a matrimonial request that Yiviana 
 sprang up from the fear of yielding to the temptation to 
 
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 tell the trumpeter what she really thought- of his lord and 
 master. 
 
 " Good day, sir," she said. " I thank you for your informa- 
 tion, and I shall reflect on your advice." 
 
 " Going already ! " cried the lawyer. " Can I have offended 
 you unintentionally *? " 
 
 " Not at all ; but I am in no wise interested about the Count 
 of Trigavou, with whom I have little acquaintance. Allow 
 me to take my leave." 
 
 Without letting herself be delayed by Plaintel's excuses 
 and entreaties, the visitor nodded and went forth. He saw 
 her to the stair-head and returned downcast, unable to 
 perceive in what point his remarks had displeased the sole 
 legatee of General Houlbecq. 
 
 Yiviana was in haste to speak to the doctor of the codicil, 
 and to learn if he had discovered Derquy in one hotel or 
 another. She was more than heretofore bound to ask aid and 
 help of the loyal friend whom Lord Trigavou had sought to 
 slander. Whether he had or had not fought a duel on behalf 
 of some notorious woman, he would not refuse to counsel and 
 protect his cousin in her thorny situation. And, since Viviana 
 knew the value of her elder sister and Alain, she gauged 
 Olivier justly ; he had loved her three years, and not for her 
 money, since he had urged her to repudiate the general's 
 bequest. She forgave him all the wrongs that Trigavou 
 cast up to him ; and if she did not yet love him as he 
 deserved, at least she was willing to wed him, if he still 
 desired it. 
 
 She did not doubt that the doctor had found him, and she 
 even marvelled that she had not run up against him, for 
 Dinan is not a vast city, and she had gone through the most 
 crowded part on her way to and from the solicitor's. On this 
 return she had to cross Duguesclin Square once more, the 
 principal promenade. 
 
 What days the garrison cavalry band gives a concert here 
 the citizens and tourists gather, for amusements are scarce ; 
 but these helle-assemhlees, as our futher^« called them, only 
 
226 The Condemned Door 
 
 take place in the summer, and in winter the place is deserted, 
 except on Thursdays, the market days. 
 
 It is a parallelogram, edged with old trees and surrounded 
 at a distance by respectable dwellings. At one end of the 
 woody walk rises the statue of Bertrand Duguesclin, on the 
 very spot where, in 1350, he fought the English knight, Sir 
 Thomas of Canterbury. 
 
 To reach Avangour's residence our heroine had to pass by 
 this pedestal, in the midst' of five paths meeting, where the 
 town board had placed benches. In her haste, Viviana would 
 not have paid any attention to a woman fashionably dressed 
 in black and carefully veiled, who occupied one of these 
 forms ; but the latter leaped up on seeing her, and coming to 
 her straight said, as she raised her veil : 
 
 "What brings you here ?" 
 
 *' Flavia ! " ejaculated Mdlle. de Bourbriac, greatly affected. 
 
 "Why are you not over at Trigavoul" demanded Lady 
 Houlbecq. 
 
 " I was there, and I am going back. But as for yourself?" 
 
 "I came in from Paris this morning. Where are you 
 staying here ?" 
 
 " At Dr. Avangour's ; there, in Dame Calorguen's cottage." 
 
 " I am not going to stop anywhere, as I shall take the 
 evening train after keeping an appointment." 
 
 "With whom?" 
 
 " There's no need of your knowing it. But I should like 
 to know how you have spent the time since quitting me." 
 
 " In collecting evidence of the innocence of the man accused 
 of slaying your husband." 
 
 " You mean to say you have been scouring the country. 
 Does that imply you came in contact with Lord Trigavou?" 
 
 Yiviana did not feel her former sentiments towards her 
 elder. Now the latter inspired an insurmountable repulsion. 
 She hoped never to see her more, for she had at length com- 
 prehended what happened on St. Hubert's Night in the 
 castle, and how murder had followed another crime. She 
 could not forget how Flavia, in their town house, had found 
 
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 cruel pleasure in forcing her to acknowledge her love for 
 Alain of Trigavou ; she guessed now that Alain was to meet 
 her in Dinan ; but she had not foreseen that the sinner would 
 show such impudence as to talk of the villain. This was 
 going so far beyond decency that the younger lady deter- 
 mined to put an end to it. 
 
 " Yes," she replied, coldly ; " I have met Lord Trigavou — 
 and he managed it." 
 
 " Then he spoke with you i What did he say]" challenged 
 Flavia, white-hot with rage. 
 
 " He strove to make me believe he loved me." 
 
 "You lie!" 
 
 " I have never done so in my whole life, and I scorn de- 
 ceivers above all. Lord Trigavou did not pause there, but 
 went on to say that he came to Brittany merely to save 
 Calorguen in help of me." 
 
 " What was your answer?" 
 
 " That I required no aid to defend an innocent man. I 
 feigned not to understand the rest." 
 
 " And you have not seen him since ?" 
 
 " No ; were I to do so, and were he to dare address me, I 
 should forbid his repeating the insult." 
 
 " Dear me, have you quite got over the passion you enter- 
 tained for his lordsjiip 1 " inquired Lady Houlbecq, ironically 
 
 " Lord Trigavou is a villain. He sought to wed me because 
 he knew my brother-in-law left me a fortune. He made 
 sure of the fact by questioning M. Plaintel, who holds the 
 will." 
 
 " Your intention was to annul that gift. Changed your 
 mind, it seems ? " 
 
 " Whether I accept or not, you will not receive it. Your 
 husband added a clause which excluded you, a clause which 
 Lord Trigavou knows. Are you still amazed that he should 
 betray you ? " 
 
 " Betray ! What do you mean 1 " 
 
 " I know everything. Do not oblige me to speak more 
 plainly." 
 
228 The Condemned Door 
 
 " But I do require your fully explaining. " 
 
 " Eequire ? Do you 'force me to remind you that on the day 
 of misfortune, a few hours before your husband was slain, 
 you begged me to help you save a man — a man you secreted 
 in the tower ? Am I to name him, and tell how he left the 
 tower ] " 
 
 "I want you to tell me how you learnt all this." 
 
 " What matters ? I do know, and the proof is — a certain 
 one, irrefutable ! but, never fear, I am not going to use it to 
 destroy you. T promise you I would have forgiven you, 
 deeply guilty though you be, for all your sinfulness at the 
 castle, but in Paris you tried to cheat me — you ventured to 
 advise me to marry Lord Trigavou. That I can never 
 pardon." 
 
 '"Twas only to test you. I was jealous and burning to 
 know if he was fond of you. You have just asserted that he 
 is so now. Let me be but sure of his treachery and that day 
 costs him dear. I suspected it already. On leaving town to 
 go to Dinan to arrange about Calorguen's acquittal, he vowed 
 not to go to Trigavou and to write me every day. But I 
 received no word after his departure, and so, unable to en- 
 dure it, I left last evening. I know his dwelling-place here, and 
 I went there on leaving the train : he was not at home — not 
 in at seven in the morning ! I left a note making an ap- 
 pointment here, and so I am here awaiting him." 
 
 " In that case I shall leave you. I have no wish to see 
 him." 
 
 " On the contrary, remain . I would like to question him 
 before you, and confound him, for, if you have spoken the 
 truth, he would not dare deny it in your presence." 
 
 " I — stand by at a colloquy of you two ! never ! it is too 
 much to know he is your guilty partner," said the young lady, 
 bitterly. "You do not understand all my suffering at 
 having to utter such a word to my sister — 1, Viviana de Bour- 
 briac ! Have you, then, forgotten when we lived at our 
 father's 1 I was but a child then, and you a young lady, but 
 we loved one another dearly, and shared joy and sorrow* 
 
The Sisters* Conflict 229 
 
 Then you held nothing back from me, and, even after you 
 married, we had no secrets ; at least I thought so, and I never 
 dreamt of parting from you. Dreadful has been my awak- 
 ening. If you only knew what I felt when you told me, *I 
 have a man concealed in my rooms ! ' a stab to my very 
 heart. Had I foreseen what would ensue, I believe I should 
 have died of grief." 
 
 Her voice failed her, she was so choked by sobs. Emotion 
 is catching, and Flavia had tears well up into her eyes. 
 
 "You weep !" exclaimed Viviana, "I may hope that you 
 repent. It is never too late to redeem faults, and yours you 
 may redeem." 
 
 " How so 1 " faltered the guilty one. 
 
 " By spurning the scoundrel who was your ruin. You 
 will tell me you have not enough courage — well, go leave 
 France, as was your intention." 
 
 " Any one can see you have never been in love ! you fancy 
 tliat by sheer will a burning passion can be plucked from 
 the heart. Can't you understand that I am enchained to this 
 man and must go on loving him though I despise him ? " 
 
 " Your remedy is flight. And if some remnant of affection 
 for me still dwells in you, flee, I beseech you ! flee without a 
 glimpse of him and not a line on your whereabouts. Heaven 
 will guide you. Your suffering will be your expiation until, 
 in the end, you forget." 
 
 " Will you come with me ? " inquired Lady Houlbecq, 
 abruptly. 
 
 " I would if I could, but it is impossible. I have promised 
 to defend that unjustly accused man to the uttermost, and 
 Olivier would reproach me for abandoning the cause he has 
 espoused." 
 
 " Olivier, do you mean to marry him ? " 
 
 ^' Yes, if he will have me ? " 
 
 " Do you doubt that ? " 
 
 " I may well do so. He fought a duel in Paris for the sake 
 of a notorious woman." 
 
 " That's not true 1 he fought with some fellow who spoke 
 
230 The Condemned Door 
 
 slanderously of me. "Who told you a notorious woman was 
 the cause ? " 
 
 " Spare me the pain of naming the calumniator to you." 
 
 " Ha ! 'tis Alain, the scoundrel ! he told the lie to embroil 
 you with your betrothed j I believe you now ; he is after 
 your money ; and to clear the field he accuses Olivier of per- 
 fidy. All he looks for is to get him out of the way — if he 
 could send him to the dock like Calorguen, he would not 
 falter." 
 
 " At last, you see the devil in his true blackness. Courage, 
 Flavia ! hearken to your sister urging you to flee ; she will 
 receive you back with open arms. Leave the wretch under 
 the belief that I am keeping your husband's fortune. He 
 does not know that I only accept it in order to restore it to 
 you — not now, not yet lest he return to you and you are en- 
 snared again by one of the deceptions he practises so f eatly. 
 But it is yours, and I shall keep it for you, certain that 
 Olivier will approve my action." 
 
 ' Ay, he loves you for yourself alone," sighed Lady Houl- 
 becq, bitterly. " But how does the fortune matter to me, 
 now my life is over ? " 
 
 "No, no, since I am still beside you. I pledge myself that 
 we shall meet again, to part no more unless you cause the 
 parting. But haste away ! I have unsealed your eyes. Profit 
 for flight by the moment when the man's unworthiness 
 is apparent. You said you awaited him here, but, for- 
 tunately, he has not come, so do not waste another instant 
 but return to Paris. There is an express in an hour. Let 
 me accompany you to the station." 
 
 There was no answer and Flavia was gazing elsewhere. 
 
 "Alas !" sighed the younger lady, "I see I have not con- 
 verted you : you hope to meet him." 
 
 "Even though what you assert were true," cried the 
 baroness. " But I want to be sure he has deceived me. You 
 say one thing, he may say another. "Why should I condemn 
 him unheard ? If it is distasteful for you to see him, get you 
 hence — I can question him without you by." 
 
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 Love is incurable in these tropical beings. Flavia could 
 listen to reason intermittently, but her consuming flame 
 blazed up more furiously afterwards and her good resolutions 
 vanished in smoke. She had heard Viviana out with im- 
 patience, and now the blood flew to her brain where anger 
 and jealousy seethed ; this jealousy turned her as much 
 against her sister as her lover. 
 
 " I thirst to know which of you speaks the truth," she 
 resumed. " There is no proof it is you. Your trying to drive 
 me far away implies that you wish to retain him. You did 
 love him, and may love him still. You feign to resign your- 
 self to marrying Olivier, but he is not the mate you dreamt 
 of. Marry your Olivier as the only means of showing 
 me that you have no underhand reason to drive me out of 
 France ; do it at once and let me act in my own way with 
 Alain. I want neither your advice nor your pity.'' 
 
 Mdlle. de Bourbriac's heart fired up at this. She raised 
 her head indignantly, looked the speaker in the face, and 
 thus answered her : — 
 
 " This is too much. You dare to accuse me of loving this 
 villain. Only let him come and show me how far his 
 audacity can go, and I shall tell him what I think of him. 
 But bear in mind that henceforward you will be a stranger 
 to me. I no longer have a sister." 
 
 "As you please. Mark that you proposed it. But 
 begone 1 and let me never see you more." 
 
 " Farewell," said Viviana, painfully. " I grieve for you 
 and shall pray for you." 
 
 To reach the doctor's house she had only to cross the 
 square. She turned her back on her sister, who watched her 
 with a tearless eye, though it might be a departure for ever, 
 and she quickened her pace in fear to relent, so little would 
 have turned her back to try anew to tear the unfortunate 
 woman from the odious Alain's entanglement. She was 
 about to raise the knocker over Dr. Avangour's door-plate, 
 when, lifting her eyes, she beheld Alain of Trigavou a few 
 steps from her. He came along, skirting the houses closely 
 
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 like a skulking wolf approaching the fold. He had spied 
 Viviana from afar, and he had his hat off already, and a smile 
 on his lips. 
 
 " You here 1 " he began. " When we parted at Trigavou, I 
 little expected to see you again so soon.'* 
 
 Mdlle. de Bourbriac coloured up, but she did not attempt 
 to evade him. He did not frighten her now, and she resolved 
 to end the affair. 
 
 "What do you desire, my lord?" she demanded in a 
 ringing voice. 
 
 " I bring you news of Calorguen ; and I " 
 
 "You forget you are awaited yonder," she interrupted, 
 pointing to the trees around the statue. 
 
 " I ? Who should be expecting me 1 " 
 
 "The person who left a note at your lodgings this 
 morning*" 
 
 " I have not received it. I went out quite early, and have 
 not been back. But — I — I know nobody here." 
 
 " Ask her whence she comes," said Viviana, still looking 
 away in the direction in which the other glanced, whereupon 
 he saw Lady Houlbecq step forth from under the trees 
 towards the doctor's residence. He turned pale. He was 
 caught between two fires, and the decisive game was to be 
 played. 
 
CHAPTEE XXXV 
 
 BETWEEN TWO FIRES 
 
 Trigavou never lost his self-command. A less cool hand 
 would have hurried away ; but he had played Lovelace too 
 long to elude a perilous explanation. He may even have 
 delighted in facing the emergency. Great generals are more 
 proud of winning a battle against odds than when they have 
 all the heavy battalions that ensure victory. 
 
 " What ! " said he, without emotion, " did you allude to 
 your sister ] I could not divine that, but I am only too 
 happy to see her. Shall we go and save her half the distaace, 
 eh ? I see some people on the street ; we can chat more at ease 
 in the square." 
 
 Without staying for a reply, he crossed the street, followed 
 by Viviana, decided to brave all in assistance of her sister in 
 this dangerous interview, and to sustain her if she weakened, 
 and to give Lord Trigavou the lie if he durst deny his 
 treachery. Elavia had lifted her veil, and she advanced with 
 glittering eyes and a lofty head. The Master of La 
 Hunaudaie accosted her ceremoniously, as he would do if they 
 had met in a public place in the capital. 
 
 " I never expected the honour of meeting your ladyship in 
 Dinan," he began in his society voice, the unemphatic, in- 
 flexible voice, in a grave key. 
 
 "You might have foreseen that I should rejoin you," 
 returned Lady Houlbecq in quite another tone. ** You did not 
 write me after your leaving, and I know why." 
 
 This reply, in a familiar way, equalled a declaration of war, 
 and Trigavou, feeling that something new had happened. 
 
234 " The Condemned Door 
 
 prepared to be guarded. He felt the eyes of the younger 
 lady upon him too, standing near as she did, pale and 
 still. 
 
 " I am astonished, madame, that you did not divine the 
 reason for my silence," he said. " You and your sister are 
 interested in the unfortunate keeper put in prison. I learn 
 that my tenant, Pillemer, accused him, and I waited to 
 question him before writing you. Now I have done so, and 
 have the certainty that he much exaggerated matters, and 
 will moderate his deposition." 
 
 " You lie ! You came here to meet my sister, and you have 
 contrived to do so." 
 
 " I did meet her — quite by chance — for I hope you do not 
 imagine that I pre-arranged it with Mdlle. de Bourbriac." 
 
 "No," interjected Viviana, coldly, "my sister does not 
 insult me by believing I arranged to meet you in this part of 
 the country, where I found you in my path." 
 
 " Insult ! " repeated the nobleman, with a forced smile. 
 " That's a hard expression. I see that I am unlucky enough 
 to displease you, and I should be much obliged by learning 
 in what way % " 
 
 " I am going to let you know," returned Yiviana, bent on 
 disentangling herself from the dilemma. 
 
 She guessed that the nobleman sought to escape under 
 evasive replies, and she feared that Flavia would accept them. 
 
 " You led me to believe that you loved me," continued the 
 younger lady, "and you would have plainly declared your- 
 self, had I allowed it. Do you deny this % " 
 
 " I should be an ill-bred fellow to defend myself as for a 
 crime, for letting you perceive the sentiment you inspired," 
 rejoined Lord Trigavou gaily. 
 
 " Enough subterfuges, my lord. Have the courage to 
 acknowledge that you proposed to me because I am rich, my 
 brother-in-law having left me his fortune. You knew this 
 on coming to Trigavou, but to make sure there was no 
 mistake, you went this morning for verification to M. 
 Plaintel, who has General Houlbecq's will. You are assured 
 
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 now, and you need hesitate no more. It depends on me alone 
 whether I am or not the Countess of Trigavou." 
 
 This outspoken language in the gentle, timid Yiviana's 
 mouth disconcerted the Master of La Hunaudie. Little 
 expecting such plain speech and confiding in her love, he had 
 relied on her wavering before Lady Houlbecq. He had 
 never foreseen the two sisters would confront him together. 
 
 "Confess whilst about it, too," proceeded Viviana, "that 
 you have defamed Lieut. Olivier Derquy, my cousin and 
 betrothed. To prevent him marrying me you told me he 
 had been duelling on account of some woman of bad repute. 
 You knew very well that his duel was on behalf of my sister 
 libelled in his presence." 
 
 " Young lady," returned the noble, not yet unsaddled, " if 
 you will be good enough to reflect, you will own that I am 
 less to blame than appears. You asked me what kept Olivier 
 in town. My answer was that he had been hurt in a duel — 
 the truth — and I believed I was excusing your cousin in so 
 saying. Then you wanted to know what brought him on the 
 field of honour. Had I told you he silenced an insolent 
 fellow maligning your sister, I should not have acted 
 properly. I gave you the first explanation that came into 
 my head, without thinking whether it was well chosen or 
 not, and I believed afterwards that Olivier would readily 
 justify himself. My call on M. Plaintel is explained by his 
 being my local legal agent. He is a talkative fool, as you must 
 have perceived, and if he mentioned me to you, it is not 
 because I questioned him on your concerns, pray believe me." 
 
 Lady Houlbecq listened, frowning, to this defence rather 
 bold than plausible, but Yiviana could read on her face that 
 she was prone to credit it, and so she determined to push her 
 interrogation to the end. 
 
 "My lord," she said, eyeing Lord Trigavou steadily, "I 
 beg you to answer me plainly if I consent to be your wife, 
 will you marry me — yes or no 1 " 
 
 This blunt question did disconcert the nobleman. There 
 was no evading the point. He began to understand that the 
 
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 bold persistence was the outcome of a conference between the 
 sisters. Where would Yiviana have found the power to 
 speak in this strain if Lady Houlbecq had not given her the 
 inspiration 1 But what had incited the elder so far against 
 him ? Had she revealed her jealousy and irritated Yiviana 
 into unmasking the double-faced cavalier? Remote as his 
 conjectures reached, he fell below the truth. He would have 
 asked nothing better than to reply with a burning declara- 
 tion ; but Flavia had her large black eyes fixed on him, and 
 he knew what she was capable of in the way of avenging 
 treachery. So he sought to escape by a jest. 
 
 " The world is upside-down, it meseems," he said, laughing. 
 " Really, young lady, you are popping the question to me, 
 ha ! ha ! Fortunately there's nobody to overhear you." 
 
 " I am here," intervened Lady Houlbecq, suddenly," and I 
 ask your reply. You can speak freely. My sister knows 
 how intimate are our relations." 
 
 At this impudent speech, Mdlle. de Bourbriac turned pale 
 with shame though she herself had brought it about. Flavia, 
 in parading her sin, uttered no news, yet the sudden phrase 
 was revolting. Alain blanched too, but with rage. Down 
 came all the castles that he had reared in the air since the 
 general's death. He saw the state of things at last, and that 
 his matrimonial projects were annulled. Mdlle. de Bourbriac 
 could not be prevailed on to accept him now, and there 
 remained no prospect of recouping on the other side, for he 
 could not 'fancy that Yiviana would give up the money 
 to enrich Lady Houlbecq. There remained a woman of whom 
 he was weary, and whom he detested already since she had 
 run counter to his schemes and baulked them. But, in the 
 first place, he must try to march out with the lionours of war 
 from the tight corner. 
 
 "Mademoiselle," he said in the stinging tone he used to 
 wound a woman, " the spontaneous avowal you hear absolves 
 me from teaching you that you have taken seriously mere 
 polite commonplaces. I do not know about your inclination 
 for me, but I do know that I hare never sought to please 
 
Between Tivo Fires 237 
 
 you. Your sister would not have forgiven me, or Olivier 
 either. Marry him, and I hope you will both be happy. As 
 for the gamekeeper you are so much interested about, I 
 shall continue not to be hostile to him. In return, I hope 
 you will keep to yourself solely the confidence Flavia has 
 made you." 
 
 This way of speaking of the general's relict was an insult, 
 and Viviana felt it so. Trigavou might just as well have 
 said : " I need no longer be particular. This creature is in 
 my power and you are her sister." The woman thus 
 treated coarsely was rather pleased at it ; it seemed to set 
 the seal on the claim she believed she enjoyed over him. She 
 thought to herself : He means to marry me." At that very 
 moment Alain was considering how he should shake himself 
 free of her altogether ! 
 
 Mdlle. de Bourbriac saw that this was no place for her. 
 She had expected her sister to take her hand and there she 
 was on her gallant's arm. It was the last straw. She turned 
 away with a bruised heart, whilst they also departed without 
 turning their heads. Indeed, now she had no sister. She had 
 tried to save, but she could not save one who rushed back to 
 the abyss whence Yiviana had snatched her. 
 
 The doctor's house was a shelter against such encounters. 
 She ran there, and the servant who opened the door told her 
 she had just admitted her master and a gentleman in his 
 company. 
 
 "Thank Heaven !" breathed she, " he has brought home 
 Olivier. I only hope they did not see me in the squaie with 
 Flavia and that man." 
 
 It was not without reason she was thus alarmed, for she 
 could not tell of her sister's disgrace, and any other reply was 
 not forthcoming if they questioned her. She was wrongly in 
 fear. The doctor and the naval officer had come up the side 
 of the square animatedly conversing, and had paid no atten- 
 tion to the trio in the square. 
 
 They were all happy to meet in the parlour — just the 
 reception-room you look for in a country physician's housse ; a 
 
238 The Condemned Door 
 
 well-waxed oaken floor, velvet-seated armchairs, a clock 
 of the First Empire pattern under a glass shade, and the 
 inevitable engraving of Hippocrates rejecting Artaxerxes' 
 gifts. This almost imperative plate does not suppress the 
 contribution-plate, of course ; and the doctor would not have 
 attained a tolerable income without taking fees, but he was 
 nevertheless a disinterested man who served the poor gra- 
 tuitously. 
 
 " I had quite trouble enough in hunting up your cousin," 
 said he merrily. " Just imagine that he put up at a third- 
 rate inn, where I should never have sought for him. How- 
 ever, I did find him, and I brought him along." 
 
 Olivier appeared somewhat embarrassed, not yet venturing 
 to look the lady in the face. 
 
 " What do you think I have found out besides 1 " went on 
 Dr. Avangour. " This fine fellow has given way to his warlike 
 fury and caught a sword-thrust. Just show your wrist out of 
 that ulster sleeve — a healed wound, but the last dressing is 
 still on it." 
 
 " Don't blush, coz," said Mdlle. de Bourbriac. " I know now 
 why and for whom you fought." 
 
 " In that case you know more than I do," remarked the 
 medical gentleman. " But never mind this old story of the 
 duel, whilst I acquaint you with fresher matter of interest." 
 
 Viviana dreaded that Lady Houlbecq was going to be 
 discussed — of all subjects the most painful to her, especially 
 in the presence of her intended. But she was speedily 
 relieved. 
 
 " To begin with," pursued the medico, " Calorguen has been 
 transferred to St. Brieuc by superior order ; gone in a special 
 carriage this morning. I saw two gendarmes march him into 
 the station, and two warders receive him sent over purposely. 
 He walked lame, and — " 
 " Did you speak to him ?" 
 
 " I couldn't, the warders not allowing me to get near. I 
 went over to the hotel opposite the station, and there found 
 M. Derquy. I acquainted him with what I had seen, and he 
 
Between Two Fires 239 
 
 told me what be had better repeat himself, for it is rather a 
 mixed-up story/' 
 
 " By my fay, cousin," said Derquy, "I confess that I hardly 
 know where to begin. I want to unload what's on my heart 
 about not sending you word of me after you left town ; and 
 here's the good doctor steering me into telling you of recent 
 facts, perhaps of a string with the measures taken against 
 poor Calorguen." 
 
 *' Commence by clearing yourself of having forgotten me," 
 rejoined the lady, smiling. " I authorise and entreat you." 
 
 " I ask nothing better. Know, then, coz — stay, you know 
 already — since our solitary interview at your sister's house, 
 I came to words with somebody, and had to go out, and got 
 wounded. Well, I charged Lord Trigavou to tell you and 
 your sister that I had sprained my ankle, which would keep 
 me indoors a few days. I did not care you should know 
 I had been duelling. I daresay Alain blundered in the 
 tale." 
 
 " Worse than you imagine." 
 
 " That's no odds, so long as you are not vexed at my going 
 out. Whilst I was in my room, Alain told me that you were 
 going to lodge at the gamekeeper's mother's ; as he was off 
 that way as weli.^ he offered to meet me at Dinan, where we 
 might be useful to Calorguen. I let him persuade me, though 
 I would have preferred joining you at Trigavou. I was a 
 little ashamed at having fought and being beaten like some 
 pert middy. A man engaged to be married ought to have 
 no other engagement without his betrothed giving him 
 leave." 
 
 " I should have granted it on demand. But I am eager to 
 know what you have been doing here. Not even a call on 
 Dr. Avangour ! Had you looked in you would have found me, 
 or at least have gained news of me. And you cooped your- 
 self up in a pothouse ! " 
 
 a We're coming to the point. I wanted to bear you good 
 tidings. Trigavou had the intention to help Calorguen break 
 jail. I offered objections, but came round and joined in with 
 
240 The Condemned Door 
 
 him. I was convinced that it would come off last night. The 
 Count had everything ready, a rope to slide down the wall, a 
 boat at St. Lunaire to cross the Channel. Judge of my 
 astonishment and disappointment when our friend Avangour 
 announced that Calorguen had just gone to St. Brieuc under 
 guard. The attempt has failed, that's clear. I told the doctor 
 about it, and he concludes I am in a scrape. The head turn- 
 key is an old sailor, who knows me, and that a basket of 
 oysters was sent in to Calorguen in my name ; in it were 
 hidden the rope and other implements by Trigavou, of which 
 the prisoner could not have made use, and the warder will 
 find them if the basket be examined." 
 
 " Oh, cousin, cousin, what have you done 1 " cried the 
 young lady. " What possessed you to follow that man's 
 advice?" 
 
 " Whom do you call * that man ' ? I was talking of Alain." 
 
 " I will inform you later on what I think of him. But 
 how is it you did not see that Calorguen would only injure 
 himself by escaping ? Flight is equivalent to confessing guilt* 
 What he ought to wish, and what I do wish, is his acquittal. 
 But Lord Trigavou has other aims than ours." 
 
 " My dear Yiviana, you appear prejudiced against him. 
 Allow me still to stand up for him." 
 
 "You can defend him hereafter, my dear Derquy," 
 interposed the doctor. "Meanwhile, be pleased to come 
 with me. I am going to the castle to see Eoquevaire on the 
 pretext of asking why his prisoner was taken from him. He 
 will tell me if he found prohibited articles in the basket. If 
 so, I shall urge him to keep them close for his own sake. I 
 shall assure him anyhow that you had nothing to do with 
 them, and lay it all to Lord Trigavou, whom he does not 
 know, and whose name I shall not give him. He must be- 
 lieve that the gentleman who visited the keep at the same 
 time as you, was some chance-met tourist. At any rate, 
 there's no use in Eoquevaire seeing you," concluded the 
 doctor. "You can go to wait for me on the outer walk 
 whilst I see him at the guard-room," 
 
Between Two Fires 241 
 
 " I shall accompany my cousin," said Viviana determinedly. 
 " Very good ; but let us lose no time." 
 This arrangement suited the lady, intending to remain 
 under the sea-officer's wing, and most anxious to entrust to 
 him what she did not dare to state in the doctor's hearing. 
 
 So the three went out together, though they parted almost 
 at once. Avangour proceeded straight to the castle, and the 
 young couple took the opposite road in order to reach Duclos 
 Place, where the Lesser Moat Boulevard commences. There 
 they were to meet their friend. They walked on side by 
 side for a time without speaking, one as much embarrassed 
 as the other, or Olivier rather more than Yiviana, but he 
 broke the ice. 
 
 " Coz," he said, " I will never more keep anything back from 
 you. Pray have no secrets from me. What has our poor 
 Alain done ? " 
 
 " Do you believe me capable of speaking against my real 
 feelings or judging a man lightly ? " inquired she. 
 " Certainly not." 
 
 " Then — whilst unable to tell on what I base my appre- 
 ciation — I must affirm that Lord Trigavou is a wicked man, 
 capable, I believe, of the basest deeds, and impudently making 
 
 a fool of you, me " 
 
 She stopped as she was about to add " and my sister." 
 " Is this possible ] " stammered the stupefied lieutenant, 
 " I tell you the truth. I shall cite one act of his ; speak- 
 ing of your duel, he tried to make me believe it was about a 
 notorious woman of Paris." 
 " Then he's a rascal ! that makes me remember he tried to 
 
 —to " 
 
 " Go on. Nothing that man can do will surprise me." 
 " He pretended you were too fond of Calorguen." 
 " I am astonished he said nothing harder. Now, my dear 
 Olivier, I have one favour to ask you — the first, but it will 
 not be the last, I daresay, for a woman is always pestering 
 her husband—*" 
 " You havt i9ttied I shall be yours, eh ? '» 
 
 Si 
 
242 The Condemned Door 
 
 " Whenever you like, my dear. As soon as Calorguen's 
 fate is decided we shall fix the wedding-day. But promise 
 me to cease relations with Lord Trigavou forthwith." 
 
 "I promise. Yet it will come hard to drop him so 
 sharply." 
 
 " I do not believe he will try to keep friends with you. If 
 he does, I rely on your repulsing him." 
 
 " I will. If he demands a reason, I shall give him none^ 
 for the very good one that " 
 
 " You are ignorant what I reproach him with. I shall tell 
 you when we are man and wife. Let's speak no more of him. 
 But Heaven forbid that he has inveigled you ! The rope sent 
 to Calorguen, you say, went in your name ? His taking such 
 care to keep this back persuades me that he had an evil design 
 under all. He does nothing without a motive, and he had 
 none in helping the prisoner to get free." 
 
 Olivier made no remark, deep in regrets as he was that he 
 had so trusted a man whom his beloved condemned without 
 appeal. 
 
 The pair had walked as far as the donjon. 
 
 " Is it there he was imprisoned 1 " queried Viviana. 
 
 " Yes — almost directly under that flat roof. The grated 
 window you see overhead is his cell's. Look, the bars are 
 untouched. He made no effort to break out. Hang it all ! 
 the tools and rope would remain in the bottom of the basket 
 and Roquevaire will find them." 
 
 " Not so," said Yiviana, laying her hand on the speaker's 
 arm, "for look in the depths of that ditch among the nettles 
 — see that gleam ! " 
 
 " Ay, and the hempen snake among the brushwood — a rope 
 — a seaman is not to be taken in on that. Calorguen flung 
 it out of the cell window." 
 
 " I am not surprised at his refusing to go. But that cord 
 must not be seen. Go, get it, I beg you, while nobody is 
 about." 
 
 Derquy scrambled down to the spot, and she saw him 
 stoop and successively pick up a chisel and pincers which he 
 
Betiveen Tivo Fires 243 
 
 stuffed in his overcoat pocket, and a rope, which he dragged 
 behind him up on the macadam of the walk. 
 
 " I've them all," he said, " as Trigavou promised, except a 
 file which might take too much trouble to find. But, say, 
 dear Yivie, where am I to stow away this rope ? " 
 
 " Roll it round you like a sash under your coat." 
 
 " Dash it all, I — I shan't be able to make it meet with all 
 that coil — it's such a long rope, eh 1 not so long as I believed. 
 Hillo, coz," he continued to Viviana who was aiding him, " io 
 scarcely goes a dozen times round me, and I am no elephant. 
 How queer ! by the eye, I would have taken that wall to run 
 twenty odd yards up to that cell." 
 
 "It is some thirty." 
 
 " Then I can't it make out. Trigavou told me he had 
 measured the height. How could he have been so far out in 
 his reckoning ? " 
 
 " He made no mistake." 
 
 " Then we have." 
 
 "No, Olivier, understand the man better whom you calJed 
 friend. He sent a rope too short purposely, believing that 
 Calorguen would let go on coming to the end and be killed 
 by the fall." 
 
 " Oh ! that would be worse than murder, and, after all, 
 Trigavou is a nobleman. Besides, what interest has he in 
 destroying a humble gamekeeper who never did him harm ? " 
 
 " If I told you, you would not believe me ; but hereafter 
 you shall learn. But here comes Dr. Avangour — button up 
 your coat and say not a word, I entreat you. The doctor 
 would put the same questions as you, and I do not wish to 
 answer." 
 
 Derquy obeyed as best he could. Luckily his topcoat was 
 so easy that the new-comer, who had no reason to scan him 
 closely, did not notice he had doubled in bulk. 
 
 " Be of good cheer," he said on arriving. " I found 
 Eoquevaire swallowing the last dozen of oysters, and the 
 empty basket by his side. Evidently my Lord Trigavou had 
 put nothing in, and I was worried vainly." 
 
244 The Condemned Door 
 
 " So much the better ! " cried Vivette, looking at her lover 
 to impose silence. " What did he say about Calorguen ? " 
 
 "That the Public Prosecutor's order was brought over 
 by a gendarme officer. The 'sizes open next Monday, ex- 
 ceptionally. This sufficieutly explains the removal as Cal- 
 orguen had not appealed. But he appeared ill, and I myself 
 remarked he walked lame. Boquevaire thought that they 
 were afraid to leave him here among so many friends, but he 
 suspects nothing." 
 
 " Then I can go and live over at St. Brieuc without fear 1 " 
 asked Derquy. 
 
 " And go into court too," added the doctor. " We shall 
 all meet there, for I am summoned as a witness. Mdlle. de 
 Bourbriac also, and Lady Houlbecq " 
 
 " She will not appear," observed Yiviana. 
 
 *' That would be wrong. Lord Trigavou is down on the 
 jury list ; but, in his place, I should get Calorguen's lawyer 
 to challenge me. I daresay he will go into the box, though, 
 if called." 
 
 " He may be sorry if he does," muttered the lady. " Well, 
 I shall go over to-morrow with my cousin. By the way, he 
 will be my husband in a month." 
 
 " Bravo ! " exclaimed the good doctor. " All's well that 
 ends well." 
 
CHAPTEE XXXYI 
 
 THE SPECIAL TRIAL 
 
 The great day dawned. It was such for a third-rate place 
 like St. Brieuc, where distractions are few. The opening of 
 assizes in the country is always an event. But this was no 
 common session when vulgar malefactors were judged, but a 
 celebrated case. Nothing was lacking, neither the interest 
 attached to a victim of the upper classes, the mystery 
 enveloping the cause of the crime, the sympathy inspired by 
 the accused, nor even the romantic colouring of a judicial 
 tragedy. 
 
 The whole county took up arms for or against Calorguen, 
 and the Parisian dailies sent down special correspondents. 
 The chief judge was unable to satisfy the clamour of the 
 notables for reserved seats. The Hall of Justice was, how- 
 ever, a fine large one, in so lovely a garden, that the 
 spectator imagines none, but laughable breach of promise 
 cases should be heard there. Quite otherwise, for this part 
 of Brittany is fertile in black crimes. 
 
 The hotels swarmed with unusual guests. Viviana de 
 Bourbriac, Derquy, and Dr. Avangour engaged rooms in the 
 one most frequented by the old county families. The two 
 former had been over here since a few days, but the doctor, 
 having his patients to attend to, did not arrive till the eve of 
 the trial. None of them had seen Count Trigavou, or heard 
 news of Lady Houlbecq. 
 
 Her sister believed she would not put in an appearance, 
 and as one believes what one wishes, she deluded herself that 
 the guilty woman had fled abroad after her advice. 
 
24:6 The Condemned Door 
 
 Derquy, edified on Alain's real character, had no longing 
 to see him, but was determined, if they did meet, to tell him 
 his opinion of him. 
 
 The doctor, less interested, and more philosophical than 
 the loving couple, merely wished the prisoner a happy 
 deliverance, without being too hopeful, and wondered 
 whether the general's widow had better testify or not for 
 Calorguen's welfare, for he knew that there was some secret 
 between her and the keeper ; he suspected, moreover, that 
 she knew who was her husband's murderer, and did not 
 denounce him for potent reasons. 
 
 Viviana and the doctor had to go into the witnesses' 
 waiting-room. Derquy had a reserved seat behind the 
 bench, the presiding judge being a friend of his father's, and 
 not requiring twice asking for the favour. 
 
 All three reached the law courts half an hour before the 
 opening, to find the entrances besieged by mixed throngs, 
 peasants and townsfolk, tradesmen and middle-class ladies. 
 Among them the doctor and Yiviana recognised some Triga- 
 vou farmers and labourers. At the witnesses' doorway they 
 met Commander Jugon, called back from Paris, the general's 
 servants, and the commander, the plumbers who had 
 fastened the metal plate over the condemned door, and, 
 lastly, Pillemer, the tenant of La Hunaudaie, whom every- 
 body shunned. At this point Lieut. Derquy quitted his 
 friends to enter the court by the privileged seat-holders' 
 door. There was a mob there, and he was a late comer, but 
 the senior judge had particularly recommended him, and he 
 was led to a place where only important personages were 
 admitted. 
 
 The hall filled up rapidly, so that ere long there was not 
 only no empty place, but there were more in than the oblong 
 space, half of it devoted to the public, ought to have held. 
 Sufibcation impended over the compressed throng, and ladies 
 fanned and snified at smelling-bottles. 
 
 In the middle of the gap before the judges, according to 
 usage, a large table displayed the pieces of evidence — 
 
The Special Trial 247 
 
 Calorguen's fowling-gun, the scarcely flattened bullet whichhad 
 slain Baron Houlbecq,and his waistcoat perforated by the same. 
 
 Our sea officer, never in a court before, deemed this ex- 
 hibition useless and disgusting, and, turning his eyes aloof, 
 he reviewed his neighbours, who noticed he was not one of 
 their circle, and wondered what gave him the right to be 
 there. There was not one acquaintance of his in the whole 
 hall. He began to doubt the propriety of his coming, where 
 his presence would probably confuse his cousins when they 
 gave evidence ; but it was too late to leave, and all he could 
 do was promise himself to keep close. As for Lord Trigavou, 
 if he were called on the jury, he would be challenged, of 
 course ; they would never allow him to act in a case where 
 his farmer was the principal accusing witness. 
 
 Suddenly an usher's voice rang out : " Hats oflF, gentlemen! 
 The court ! " 
 
 The first judge to appear was the presiding one, in scarlet 
 robe, followed closely by two juniors in black gowns, with a 
 blue sash, following the tradition of the Rennes High Court. 
 Then came the Proctor of the Republic, in black, like the 
 junior judges, to take his place on the right of the bench. 
 All this was managed solemnly, as was proper, but with some 
 pompous bustle. When silence fell again, the chief judge 
 ordered the bringing in of the accused, whereupon all eyes 
 were riveted on a small door which almost instantly opened. 
 
 Calorguen came forth, accompanied by two gendarmes, 
 between whom he was allowed to sit down, with his advocate 
 directly below him. 
 
 A favourable murmur ran through the audience at the 
 appearance of the strapping fellow of military bearing and 
 sympathetic face. He looked very well indeed in his game- 
 keeper's uniform, the only clothes he had, and instantly pleased 
 the gentler sex, who composed one-third the assemblage. 
 
 Derquy remembered having seen him at the castle, and 
 judged that he had not a murderer's mien. It was simple 
 and becoming. Some prisoners are downcast and enfeebled 
 others try to brazen it out. Calorguen bore himself finely 
 
248 The Condemned Door 
 
 between weakness and audacity, and calmly scanned the 
 court and spectators. Derquy fancied he was looking for 
 somebody, and even fixed his attention on one group on the 
 foremost seats, but he could not distinguish the object. 
 
 The drawing for the jury now began. In this case the 
 challenges fell so thick, especially from the defence, that its 
 dozen good men and true were quickly ruled out. 
 
 The accepted jurymen went up into their box, the first 
 selected becoming the foreman. 
 
 Calorguen looked impassibly and indifferently on this 
 gradual formation of the fateful group near him. He had 
 given his defender full scope about the challenges, so little 
 troubling himself as not even to glance at the list of the thirty- 
 six sent the prisoner a few days before the trial. His ad- 
 vocate, slightly informed about the local personages, had been 
 rather too hasty in his killing-ofF work, so that there were still 
 four names to leave the urn to complete the jury when his 
 shots were spent. 
 
 " The Count of Trigavou," said the president. 
 
 That name made Lieut. Derquy start in his place 
 among the audience. He had forgotten, for the time being, 
 that his once friend would be called, and had not remarked 
 him in the party. 
 
 "I hope he will be struck off," thought Olivier, but not a 
 remonstrance was raised and Count Alain of Trigavou went 
 into the box. 
 
 A tempest was unloosed in Calorguen's brain at this first 
 aimouncement to him that his hated rival was still alive, and 
 his calm face changed altogether. 
 
 " He fears him greatly," reasoned Lieut. Derquy. " I am 
 astonished, too, that Pillemer's master should be harboured 
 in the jury-box." 
 
 It never occurred to him that Calorguen was unaware 
 Trigavou was living. Since the general's death, he had not 
 heard the nobleman mentioned, even by Dr. Avangour in his 
 calls. Having vowed to avenge himself on Lady Houlbecq 
 for sending him the short rope, Calorguen had softened in his 
 
The Special Trial 249 
 
 purpose to show her up in the court-room. Not that he par- 
 doned her, but he reasoned that Heaven had adequately 
 chastened her by striking down her paramour whom she 
 would nevermore see to adore and whom he evermore would 
 execrate. Hence, where was the good in destroying her by 
 the public declaration that she had ordered him to kill her 
 husband ? Pity and unending affection urged him to hold 
 his peace when, all of a sudden^ his rival arose again. This 
 noble of her preference might wed her and the pair enjoy the 
 fruits of their crime in peacefulness. 
 
 " Am I to endure this ? " mused Calorguen. " No ! I shall 
 expose them mercilessly, at the moment she appears. Face 
 to face I will remind her of her written order to kill the 
 general, which order I can place before the judges' eyes. 
 Cited as witness, she must come forward. In pity for her, I 
 have not had Y von called, who keeps the paper, but I can 
 have an adjournment till the morrow and give him time to 
 arrive." 
 
 Meanwhile the session was proclaimed open, and the 
 clerk set to reading the indictment. 
 
 In sum, it said : an atrocious crime had been committed, 
 which we impute to the prisoner in the dock. The evidence 
 should enlighten the obscure points in the case, and the rest 
 is left to the jury. Generally a verdict of not guilty is deli- 
 vered, unless something unexpected comes up in the course of 
 debate, to modify the prisoner's position. This is what the 
 lovers of accusation look for. 
 
 Derquy had listened to the cautious document attentively 
 and drew a good augury from it. 
 
 " Calorguen's defender must be a blunderer if he cannot 
 demolish so flimsy an argument,*' he thought. " But why 
 does the accused look so prostrated ? A while ago he was 
 quietly gazing about him, but now he is staring at Lord 
 Trigavou. I can understand his not liking him among the 
 j ury, but what's the use of trying to stare him out of coun- 
 tenance? he had better get ready to answer the leading 
 judge, who seems anything but friendly." 
 
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 " Eise, prisoner in the dock ! " 
 
 This order from the bench startled Calorguen out of his 
 absorbing thoughts. He obeyed and answered in a firm 
 voice to the obHgatory questions. 
 
 " Name ? " " Pierre Calorguen." 
 
 "Age?" "Thirty-five." 
 
 " Profession ? " " Gamekeeper." 
 
 "Born?" "AtTrigavou." 
 
 " Place of abode ?" " With my mother, in a cottage built 
 by General Houlbecq, near the castle." 
 
 ** Do you know what you are accused of ? " 
 
 " Yes, of killing my colonel, as he was when I saved him 
 out of the press at Gravelotte." 
 
 " The prosecution does not underrate your military services. 
 But fifteen years have elapsed since the war with Prussia." 
 
 " During all of which General Houlbecq overwhelmed me 
 with kindness." 
 
 ^* True, and beyond your power to deny, as everybody in 
 the district knows that you owe all you have to him. Hence 
 the crime of which you are accused is only the more 
 shameful." 
 
 " But I did not do it." 
 
 " That must be proved and this trial will no doubt show it. 
 I ask you to account to the gentlemen of the jury for the way 
 you employed your time on the evening of November the 
 3rd, and all day of the 4th." 
 
 Without confusion and in no hastiness Calorguen repeated 
 the explanations given to all the legal ferrets and badgers 
 who had had their worryings at him. He spoke of his round 
 by order of his master, on the night of the third, of his visit 
 during the next afternoon to his traps laid over-night in 
 Plumodan Wood, of his return by the park, where he stopped 
 to measure the hole in the wall, and on his arrival home, 
 where he found Mdlle. de Bourbriac. All this being clearly 
 and simply uttered, the impression was excellent. 
 
 But the chief judge proceeded ; 
 
 " The indictment does not dispute the accuracy of the first 
 
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 portion of your statement, but the conclusion is belied by a 
 witness who saw you steal out of the grounds after having 
 fired the gunshot, which you deny having even heard." 
 
 " Yes, Pillemer, the farmer of the Hunaudaie. Well, he's 
 a liar." 
 
 "You impute false testimony to him ? An easy means of 
 defence. The gentlemen of the jury will hear this witness 
 and will see which tells the truth. You have asserted on the 
 preliminary investigation that Pillemer bears you a grudge 
 because you informed against him for cutting timber unlaw- 
 fully upon General Baron Houlbecq's property. Nothing is 
 less substantiated ; and besides, that would not be sufiicient 
 motive for a respectable farmer to risk being punished for 
 bearing false witness." 
 
 " There may be others." 
 
 " State them ! " cried the chief judge, rather surprised. 
 
 " Find them out yourselves," returned Calorguen, roughly. 
 
 " Prisoner, I must remind you of the respect due to justice. 
 Your tone in reply to the bench is unseemly and cannot be 
 allowed." 
 
 " He's wrecking his chances," muttered Olivier. 
 
 Calorguen had sense enough to keep silent and the presid- 
 ing judge went on less severely. 
 
 " It is for your own good that I recommended calmness. 
 You allege that Pillemer feels malice against you for reasons 
 unknown to us. Your course is one I advise you to alter. 
 Understand me fully. Your position is that of one accused 
 who denies everything but explains nothing. The jury will 
 naturally believe a witness who has no interest in deceiving. 
 Your position will be changed greatly if you enlighten the 
 court. General Houlbecq was murdered. You deny it was 
 by you. This will not suffice. But, if you know the culprit — 
 if you only suspect somebody and name him, search will be 
 made for the real assassin." 
 
 " Keen, this judge is," thought Derquy, " but I doubt he 
 will get Calorguen to answer his decoys, though Calorguen 
 must know more than has come out." 
 
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 Indeed, the prisoner said nothing. 
 
 " I grant with pleasure that there are blanks in the indict- 
 ment," proceeded the judge. " The cause of the crime is 
 not clear. But it must be attributed to enmity, by whom- 
 soever committed. Now, you have been ten years dweller 
 at Trigavou, after having served in the general's regiment, 
 and it follows you may be able to point out somebody he 
 oifended." 
 
 Calorguen made no answer, but he frowned as if constrain- 
 ing a strong inclination to speak. 
 
 " Make no mistake about our intentions. The court does 
 not lay snares for prisoners. On the contrary, it seeks to 
 arm you against a tendency noticed in exceptional cases. 
 Persons accused submit to a feeling of delicacy, unfounded, 
 however — for instance, they hold back the truth lest it should 
 injure, say, a woman." 
 
 Here Calorguen blanched and lowered his head ; he had 
 to struggle against rising emotion, under all eyes fixed upon 
 him. A revelation was expected, and the ladies present 
 would not have given up their seats for a bushel of Kohinoors. 
 Chancing to be watching the jurors, Derquy saw that Triga- 
 vou was more pale than the prisoner, and, for the first time, 
 he feared that Flavia might be in danger from the keeper's 
 statement. Since he had learnt her criminality with the 
 count, he was ready for anything. 
 
 " You hear me, prisoner, and you have understood me," 
 continued the chief judge. " If you stand as I suggested, I 
 enjoin you not to keep silent. Tell all you know without 
 concerning yourself as to the consequences. It is the best 
 means of justifying yourself." 
 
 At this moment a pin could be heard to drop, as the saying 
 is, and a sound did rise in the depths of the hall where the 
 vulgar herd were standing. There was a scuffle and a cry, 
 deep if not loud, of *' Turn him out ! " 
 
 Derquy fancied the cause of the disturbance was a boy, 
 who, having stolen into the hall, tried to work his way to the 
 forefront amidst the auditors, who resisted him with threats 
 and kicks. 
 
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 " Ushers, remove any person making a disturbance," was 
 the command from the bench. 
 
 But order now already re-established, the officers had 
 not remarked the lad who had gained his end. There he 
 stood between the reserved seats and the amphitheatre 
 occupied by the jury, over against the dock, and looked wist- 
 fully at the privileged spectators, seeming to say : " Don't 
 drive me away. I'll behave myself." So the ladies at hand 
 would not betray him. They thought him interesting, and 
 he was so, though clad as a mere crow-scarer. 
 
 Derquy, nearly in front of him, gave him no further heed, 
 on finding he was a stranger ; yet he believed Calorguen had 
 exchanged a glance of intelligence with him. 
 
 " We await your answer, prisoner," said the mouthpiece of 
 the bench. 
 
 " I have not clearly understood your question," returned 
 Calorguen after a fresh pause, as if he were trying to gain 
 time, as the lieutenant, for one, conjectured. 
 
 " You are asked," continued the scarlet-robed judge, " if 
 the crime of which you are accused was committed by one 
 whom you scruple to denounce. You see that we treat you 
 leniently, as if you might not be guilty of firing the fatal 
 shot, or, if you fired it, but of being instigated. My 
 duty is to observe that you would be less guilty, in this latter 
 case, and the Public Prosecutor would himself claim a con- 
 demnation mitigated by extenuating circumstances." 
 
 " Had I been the death of my benefactor, I would not 
 deserve it." 
 
 " So you continue to maintain that you did not kill him ? 
 I return to the question already addressed you — if not you, 
 who was it ?" 
 
 " How am I to say ? Others than I would profit by my 
 old colonel's death. My wish was for him to live as long as 
 possible, for I wanted no other master." 
 
 " The only person who would benefit by that decease is 
 Mdlle. deBourbriac, her sister-in-law, whom he constituted 
 his sole legatee in a will executed two hours previous to his 
 death. Do you assert that this lady— ^" 
 
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 " She is as innocent as I myself." 
 
 " You do well to declare so. The lady has been summoned 
 as a witness, and if you should accuse her, she will have no 
 trouble to defend herself against a shameful and absurd im- 
 putation. I suppose you do not accuse the Baroness of Houl- 
 becq, who has lost everything through the death of her 
 husband, whose mourning still she wears 1 " 
 
 "Ask Lady Houlbecq if she believes me guilty!" in- 
 terrupted Calorguen, whose eyes were fixed on the jury 
 box. 
 
 " Lady Houlbecq will not appear before us. But her 
 written deposition will be read during this trial, in which, 
 we may remark, your name is not even mentioned. It is 
 restricted to what she actually witnessed." 
 
 " I daresay my lady has good reason not to go beyond 
 that.*' 
 
 This unexpected retort raised a prolonged sensation, one in 
 which Olivier Derquy shared largely. He foresaw that 
 Calorguen was about openly to accuse the baroness, and she 
 interested him less than before, since what had lately 
 happened at Dinan. Still Lady Houlbecq was Vivette's 
 sister, and Yivette herself was waiting in the witnesses' 
 room. What a pain and what shame to have the bench dis- 
 cuss the evidence of Calorguen before her, evidence which 
 might be supported by proofs that would be overwhelming 
 to the veteran's relict. Calorguen had said enough to make 
 one fear what he withheld. The chief judge did not fail to 
 press him home. 
 
 " Prisoner," said the judge, " you seem inclined to follow 
 the line we pointed out. I entreat you to continue, but en- 
 join your uttering nothing but the truth. Hold nothing back, 
 but offer no venturesome assertions. I must remark that in 
 all the preliminary examinations you never uttered a word 
 bringing your master's most honourable widow into the 
 question. Your fresh allegations will have to be considered, 
 and, as Lady Houlbecq must be heard in reply, the whole 
 case will have to be referred to the next session. Eeflect on 
 
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 your words before you put forward an accusation which may 
 harm you rather than serve you." 
 
 "I have thought it over," responded Calorguen, keeping 
 his gaze fixed upon the Count of Trigavou in the front row 
 of the jurors. " I know quite well that I may ruin my case. 
 If I did not, my lawyer would tell me, for I see his signs 
 to me." 
 
 His advocate, indeed, was telegraphing to him and bidding 
 him stop, in an undertone. 
 
 " I also foresee that I may not be believed, but my con- 
 science supports me and I shall be doing only my duty in 
 helping justice to punish the real criminals." 
 
 " You have talked round the point enough — name them ! " 
 
 " Oh no ! I did not see the deed done. I received an 
 order to do it, but I did not obey. Whoso gave it me found 
 a villain to carry it out." 
 
 *' A villain ! That's too vague," rejoined the judge. " "Why 
 do you not speak plainly 1 Do you still hold your peace ? 
 Confess that you waver because you cannot furnish proofs in 
 support of your declaration." 
 
 *•' On the contrary, I only hesitate because I promised to be 
 silent, and I hate ^venging myself." 
 
 " Avenge — on whom and for what 1 " 
 
 " On them who tried to kill me." 
 
 " When 1 " 
 
 " In my prison in Dinan." 
 
 " Eh ? how can you hope that to be credited ? You were 
 in solitary confinement and nobody came near you but your 
 warders and Dr. Avangour. But, letting that pass, was this 
 order to kill the general given you verbally ? " 
 
 " No ; in writing." 
 
 " Can you produce that writing 1 " 
 
 " At once." 
 
 There were murmurs of surprise immediately suppressed 
 by ofiicers of the court, and everybody redoubled atten- 
 tion. 
 
 '' I can hardly think you mean you have it upon ycu ? You 
 
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 must have been searched on arrest, as well as at Dinan and 
 here." 
 
 " I knew that would be done, so I took care not to keep 
 the writing ; I entrusted it to somebody." 
 
 "Name this custodian and I will write a summons for 
 attendance." 
 
 *' He is here already, sir." 
 
 " Ah, in the witnesses' waiting-room ? " 
 
 " No. I did not have him called, because I intended to 
 hold my tongue. But I have changed my mind during the 
 trial. He has come without being called, and somehow has 
 got in." 
 
 "Point him out.'' 
 
 Calorguen beckoned, and to the stupefaction of the ladies 
 on the reserved chairs, up sprang the little boy who had crept 
 among them and stood forward. Yvon faced Calorguen. 
 
CHAPTER XXXVII 
 
 THE LITTLE PIN ON WHICH THE TRIAL TURNED 
 
 At this theatrical surprise, everybody sprang up to see the 
 boy who possessed the key to this mysterious affair, excepting 
 the judges and three or four jurors who had gone asleep or 
 were hard of hearing. Count Trigavou, however, was among 
 the seated ones, twirling his moustache as if trying to hide 
 his face. 
 
 " Silence, gentlemen ! " shouted the ushers. 
 
 " Let that boy come nearer," ordered the judge in red, as 
 soon as calmness prevailed again. 
 
 The lad had advanced a step, but with his eyes ever upon 
 Calorguen as if he obeyed none other. 
 
 "Who are you, my little friend*?" asked the presiding 
 judge. 
 
 " My name's Yvon." 
 
 " That's only your Christian name. What was your father 
 called?" 
 
 " Langrolay ; he is dead." 
 
 " Where do you live 1 " 
 
 " In Mother Calorguen's cottage in Trigavou." 
 
 " Oh, the prisoner's mother's 1 In her service ? " 
 
 *' I take care of the sheep and I go into the woods when 
 Pierre sends me." 
 
 " So I said. Gentlemen of the jury, you will properly 
 appreciate the declarations of a sheep-boy who lives with the 
 prisoner. What brought you here 1 St. Brieuc is very far 
 from Trigavou." 
 
 " I walked it, though I I knew Pierre was going to get 
 tried," 
 
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 " Well, tell us what else you know." 
 
 Yvon consulted Calorguen with a look. 
 
 " Keep your eyes on me," said the chief, sternly. " Th6 
 prisoner says he handed you a paper." 
 
 "That he did, master," rejoined the boy, after a fresh 
 exchange of glances with his friend. 
 
 " Do you know what is written on this paper ? " 
 
 *' Oh no; master ; I can only read print ; and besides, Pierre 
 bade me not look at it." 
 
 " When did he give it to you ? " 
 
 " Ever so many weeks ago, about eight." 
 
 " On the day the gendarmes arrested him ? " 
 
 " Oh no, afore that ; the evening of the day our master 
 was shot — as we were having supper." 
 
 " What did Calorguen say in giving it you ? " 
 
 " Not to show it anybody and stick to it till he asked it back.'^ 
 
 " Then you have it in your pocket ? " 
 
 "Yes, I've got it safe enough, but not in my pocket." 
 
 " It matters not where it is — show it to us." 
 
 This time, without heed of the dignitary's injunction, 
 Yvon turned boldly round to the dock, waiting for Calorguen 
 to confirm the request. At this juncture, Derquy, en wrapt 
 in the scene, saw a lady in the second row of chairs raise her 
 half veil and fix her eyes on Calorguen. He shuddered, for 
 he recognised Baroness Houlbecq. 
 
 How came she to be at the trial after beseeching and 
 obtaining leave not to appear, and what was she trying to do 
 here ? He was not slow to comprehend, the only one so to 
 do, for nobody noticed the dumb parley of the accused and 
 the lady, whom neither her neighbours nor the judges knew. 
 Count Trigavou could not spy her from his position. On the 
 other hand, Derquy, in an elevated situation, could study 
 both her and Calorguen. 
 
 Yvon was standing at the entrance to the clear space and 
 looked only at the prisoner, who looked only at Lady Houl- 
 becq. |The youngster's eyes questioned ; the lady's implored ; 
 Calorguen's threatened. 
 
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 " Well ? " persisted the judge. " That paper ! " 
 
 Yvon never budged. But Derquy saw the gamekeeper 
 dart a withering look upon the baroness and not to the urchin 
 as one would say : " Show the writing." 
 
 "Here it be, master," replied Yvon, thrusting his hand 
 under a woollen garment serving as overshirt and waistcoat. 
 It took him some time to rummage out the note in the pouch 
 common to folk scantily clad, and meanwhile Flavia continued 
 to supplicate the impassible Calorguen. She seemed to say : 
 " Will you not have mercy on me ? " and genuine tears rolled 
 down her cheeks. 
 
 Yvon's hand clawed forth a small leaf folded in four — the 
 leaf on which Baroness Houlbecq had written : " Eid me of 
 him." 
 
 Court, jury, audience— privileged or not — watched the 
 boy who grasped the solution of the trial. With poignant 
 anxiety Derquy followed the play of features in Calorguen 
 and his temptress. She wept and her suppliant gaze would 
 have melted a tiger. Profoundly moved, Calorguen visibly 
 blanched. 
 
 " Usher," said the judge, " bring me that paper." 
 
 For the last time Yvon questioned Calorguen ocularly, but 
 he replied with an energetic shake of the head, as " No ! do 
 not obey." Yvon understood it and was about to thrust the 
 note back again under his frock. 
 
 " Seize it ! " commanded the judge. 
 
 A gendarme stepped forward to reinforce the court 
 officials. Yvon was not in condition to defend Calorguen's 
 trust, but he had an inspiration. Up flew his hand to his 
 mouth with the note, he champed it into a pellet — presto ! he 
 had gulped it down. Outcries uprose from every quarter and 
 the chief judge lost his self-command. 
 
 " Arrest that little rogue ! " he called out. 
 
 The gendarme collared Yvon and was going to lug him out 
 of the hall. 
 
 " Stay," said the scarlet-robed judge. " Put him on a bench 
 there and guard him closely. In virtue of my discretionary 
 
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 powers, I order that child to remain during the audience. I 
 shall question him myself in due course and have his evidence 
 taken down." 
 
 Yvon, nowise appearing daunted, let himself be shoved 
 upon a stool near the very spot where he had been crouching 
 before he made himself prominent. 
 
 Lady Houlbecq had already dropped her veil. The ladies 
 at her side had perceived nothing, their whole attention being 
 concentrated upon the scene passing in the midst of the 
 court-room. Everybody had seen the mute colloquy of 
 Calorguen and the urchin, but none divined the cause of the 
 prisoner's hesitations. They all thought he had cast away 
 his life. Such was Lieutenant Derquy's opinion, though he 
 had only a glimpse of the truth. 
 
 " Gentlemen of the jury," began the presiding judge, "you 
 will fitly rate the system of defence adopted by the accused. 
 It consists in hinting that he was urged to the crime by a 
 person whose honourable character has never been impugned. 
 The piece of jugglery which you have witnessed was prepared 
 beforehand, and the pretended order which this child seemed 
 to put away was never written on the paper. Before the end 
 of this hearing we will return to this reprehensible farce. In 
 the meanwhile the witnesses will be heard. The accused 
 man may now be seated." 
 
 Calorguen profited by the permission to rest his elbows on 
 the spiked edge of the desk, holding his head between his 
 hands, doubtlessly to resist the temptation to look any more 
 at Baroness Houlbecq, and listening absently to his counsel 
 whispering to him. Visibly he felt no interest in the debate 
 where his head was at stake. 
 
 The judge stated the case briefly, and mentioned the fact 
 of General Houlbecq revoking his will by a fresh one, 
 enriching his sister-in-law, and his having the tower door 
 nailed up. On these incidents gossip had expatiated at length, 
 but the bench attached no weight to them in connection with 
 the case, and left the jury to draw their own conclusions. 
 
 Allusion was then made to Calorguen's sudden and recent 
 
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 accusation of an attempt on his life in Dinan Gaol. It is 
 true the prison surgeon of St. Brieuc had remarked on the 
 new-comer the fresh wound from a firearm of small calibre ; 
 the wounded man would not give any explanation, and now 
 he refused to attribute the act to any one. 
 
 Here the clerk read Lady Houlbecq's affidavit. It merely 
 repeated facts already known, and could not interest the 
 generality. None but Derquy and Calorguen knew that the 
 writer was listening to it without her betraying her identity. 
 The procession of witnesses began in an order arranged by 
 the bench, and Mdlle. de Bourbriac took the lead. 
 
 Derquy eagerly awaited her coming, and his heart beat 
 hard to see her, pale and trembling, reach the witness-stand 
 without a look at a single soul, even for him. She recovered 
 at the judge's first words, and her examination was abridged 
 by his kindness. She had seen nothing from arriving home 
 after the crime, and she was not obliged to volunteer what 
 she knew about the Count of Trigavou. Without gravely 
 drawing the baroness into it, she could not mention her find 
 in the old tower. She wished to save Calorguen, but not to 
 
 ^ betray her sister, whom she little dreamt to be close by her. 
 Her replies were so much to the purpose that she was not 
 cross-examined, and she was soon politely asked to retire, of 
 which permission she instantly availed herself, not without 
 bestowing a little nod of encouragement upon the accused. 
 She left the place, without having remarked Derquy, or 
 Trigavou, or even little Yvon, half-eclipsed by his gendarme 
 
 guardsman. She was going to wait outside for Dr. Avangour, 
 
 whose examination directly followed hers. 
 The worthy doctor came equipped at all points, having 
 
 prepared his professional statement in foresight of all queries. 
 
 The judge told him that he need not stay any longer from 
 
 his anxious patients. 
 
 Plaintel was next questioned about the will of General 
 
 Houlbecq and Vivette's intention of renunciation, from which 
 
 he dissuaded her, as in no case would the fortune go to the 
 
 widow. 
 
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 Justice Miniac and Corporal Grisaille came then, the 
 former rather favourable to the prisoner, the other bluntly 
 inimical. Both, having played an active part in the investi- 
 gation, were only called to confirm the proceedings in the 
 early stages. 
 
 In short, nothing yet altered the prisoner's position, and 
 but for the little Yvon incident Derquy would have hoped 
 for acquittal. 
 
 Commander Jugon was called and marched to the witness- 
 stand with an assured step and haughty head, and took the 
 oath in his most sonorous voice of issuing orders to a man on 
 the highest spar. He was not intimidated, and Derquy, 
 having the remembrance strong of their visit to the wax- 
 works, thought that the old sea-dog would bark pretty 
 savagely at the most dangerous accuser of Calorguen, and he 
 was not wrong. 
 
 M. Jugon related his meeting with Dr. Avangour and 
 Lieutenant Derquy on the Boulevard des Italiens, and their 
 meeting Pillemer in the vault of the Grevin Museum. He 
 concluded by asserting that Pillemer must have come into 
 his house at LanvoUon on St. Hubert's evening in order to 
 give the general a letter as he left dinner, inducing him to 
 return instanter to Trigavou Castle. Upon this, the bench 
 styled it sheer supposition, inasmuch as no such letter had 
 been found on the general or in any of his desk drawers, and 
 that, over and above this, the fact if proven only indirectly 
 link itself with a crime committed twenty hours after 
 General Houlbecq's leaving. 
 
 The judge paid no heed to Pillemer's run up to Paris, no 
 doubt because it was news to him, and it would not do to 
 deem it of any consequence. 
 
 The gallant commander put so much heart in belabouring 
 Pillemer that judges and hearers smiled more than once. 
 But the veteran was highly esteemed in the entire country ; 
 the chief judge heard him out politely, and when he was 
 done begged him to remain in court. 
 
 *^ Greutlemen, you are going to hear this man, and you can 
 
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 rectify his testimony on occasion, commander. Call the 
 witness Pillemer." 
 
 Pillemer entered from the waiting-room. Derquy, who 
 had not seen him since the Paris trip, hardly knew him again, 
 his rustic habiliments not much better becoming him than 
 the ready-made suit he wore in Grevin's Museum. He 
 appeared much less embarrassed than then, and reached the 
 stand with a steady step. 
 
 All eyes were fixed upon him, amid a profound hush. He 
 took the oath without stammering. 
 
 " Ugh ! As many lies as there are words," muttered the 
 prisoner. 
 
 On the night of November 3rd, Pillemer kept to his farm, 
 he said, going to bed early, as he always did, particularly 
 when his master was away, and his master had left the 
 previous evening. In the evening, though, he had been over 
 to Lanvollon, where he was used to hobnob with Commander 
 Jugon's lads. That was on his way home, and he had some 
 cider with them, sitting in the kitchen, where there were a 
 lot of folk, servants of the gentlemen out for the hunt. They 
 were all drinking " luck " together, and he joined in. But 
 he only rested a quarter of an hour. 
 
 *' Commander Jugon affirms that you pretended to leave, 
 but stole up^o General Houlbecq's room to leave a letter 
 there to induce his immediate departure," broke in the pre^ 
 siding judge. 
 
 " Law ! Do'ee want to make out that I got the poor 
 gentleman killed 1 Why, bless him, he ne'er done a wrong 
 to me ! I hardly know him by sight, come to that ! " 
 
 "Then you maintain that Commander Jugon is in 
 error ? " 
 
 " Pm afeared he is." 
 
 " Anybody can deny," growled the commander from his 
 corner. 
 
 " You admit at least that you went up to Paris ? " 
 
 " I did that, and a huge heap o' foolishness I did. My 
 joaster pitched into nje strpng, and I spent as much silver as; 
 
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 would make a parcel as big as me ! Howsoever, I have seen 
 the capital." 
 
 This reply was underscored by a heavy sigh, which made 
 the coarser public laugh. These Bretons — the Shylocks of 
 France — were entertained by the confession of one of their 
 fellows having actually paid in hard cash to gratify a senti- 
 mental longing. Derquy more and more suspected that 
 Pillemer had gone to Paris to confer with Lord Trigavou. 
 The latter remained unaffected in his seat, as if nothing 
 concerned him. But the judge-president, less well informed 
 on the count, continued without thinking of that inter- 
 view : 
 
 "It littl^ matters, in any case, that you should have 
 absented yourself during the investigations. Your testimony 
 was recorded. You had the right to go and come as you 
 pleased. Now, repeat to the jury all you declared to the 
 judge who examined you at Dinan." 
 
 Pillemer promenaded his fingers in his hair like a lout, not 
 knowing how to begin a tale. 
 "Do not be confused. Tell us what you saw the day but 
 
 one after St. Hubert's Day ^^ 
 
 " Well, then, I were going to the cow-doctoress at Plouer 
 to ask her to come over to the Hunaudaie for to see one of 
 the beasties that was sick — ay, and he died of it — a pig, if 
 
 your honours will excuse me naming such a thing " 
 
 " Stick to the case ! " 
 
 " Yes, your honour, we had to stick it, in this case, but it 
 was a narrow squeak. It did just bleed, and we could run 
 the carcase into market, but I would not eat pork for a 
 month. Well, she wasn't in, being called over to Taden 
 about a calving, so I returned all alone by myself to the 
 Hunaudaie. My road was that skirting the end of Trigavou 
 Castle Park. I spied, away off, a man coming out of the 
 ground by a break-down in the wall, who takes a gun under 
 the briars at the edge of the woods and creeps stealthily 
 along up to the gates. There I lost sight of him, and the 
 next instant I hears a gun go off. I thought he had knocked 
 
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 over a rabbit, or an owl, and I went my way without stopping. 
 But I had recognised Pierre Calorguen." 
 
 " What distance were you at 1 " 
 
 "A hundred or a hundred and fifty paces — I can't tell 
 'zactly." 
 
 "What time was this?" 
 
 *' About a quarter to five — maybe a little more." 
 
 " On the 4th of November the sun set at 4.33," interposed 
 the counsel for the defence, holding up the Almanac of the 
 Bureau of Longitudes. " Hence it was dark at the time when 
 you assert you recognised Calorguen." 
 
 " You'll excuse me, sir ; it were not as bright as broad 
 day, though one could see clear enough. But I may be 
 wrong in a few minutes. I do not wear a watch." 
 
 "Prisoner," said the judge, "having heard the witness, 
 what do you say 1 " 
 
 " That at the utmost he might have seen me take my gun 
 from the bankside, where I placed it because it was in my 
 way in measuring the breach just inside. This strikes me 
 as very strange, for if he saw me I must have seen him — and 
 I saw nobody at all. However, that might be so ; but what 
 cannot be is having seen me slip into the grounds by the 
 gates, for, after taking up my gun, I struck off straight home 
 through the woods by the shortest cut. And it is not possible 
 he heard the gun go off, for I never heard it, yet I was 
 nearer the spot where it was fired than he." 
 
 " And I never heard it neither ! " cried a shrill voice. 
 
CHAPTEE XXXVIII 
 
 DENOUNCED AS THE ASSASSIN 
 
 The fine shrill voice had been raised behind Pillemer, who 
 turned round quite confounded, but few hearers had under- 
 stood the purport of the outcry. 
 
 " Who dared to interrupt ? " queried the' judge-president. 
 
 " Please your honour," said the gendarme, having Yvon in 
 custody, " it's this here little rascal." 
 
 " Bring him forward." 
 
 The boy was shoved out beside Pillemer, who looked 
 down on him resentfully. Yet ifc was plain that he did not 
 know him. He must have run across him somewhere about 
 Trigavou, but he did not remember him. Curiously enough, 
 Calorguen, though knowing him so well, was just as much 
 astonished. 
 
 " Little friend," said the high judge, " you already dis- 
 turbed the order ruling here by pushing within bounds 
 where you had no business to be, as you were not called as a 
 witness. Then you went through a farce no doubt made up 
 between you and the prisoner. And now you interrupt 
 without being asked to speak. My duty is to have you 
 arrested." 
 
 Yvon made a submissive hanging of the head and arms. 
 
 " Do you understand me ? I am going to send you to 
 jail to begin with, and then into a house of correction." 
 
 Yvon did not heed ; he was looking at Calorguen. 
 
 " Come, come," proceeded the judge, astonished at the 
 bearing, "you are a mere child, unaware of the misbehaviour 
 you hav^ done. Why did you add to the prisoner's yepi£i-rk ; 
 
Denounced as the Assassin 267 
 
 ' And I never heard it ' ? Would you have us believe you 
 were by when Calorguen took his gun off the bank ? " 
 
 " 'Course I would ! I was there, but Pillemer wasn't." 
 
 "Then you mean to give evidence? Very well; do so. 
 You are not old enough to take an oath, but in virtue of my 
 discretionary power your statement shall be received. To 
 begin with, What brought you near the castle, on the 4th 
 day of November, at the hour when the crime was com- 
 mitted ? Did Pierre Calorguen have you along with him ? " 
 
 " Oh no, master ; Pierre was out on his duty. I was 
 coming home after picking up chestnuts. I stopped on the 
 edge of the woods, over agin' the gap in the wall, and I see 
 a man come out of the gates." 
 
 "Come out?" 
 
 "Yes, master. Pillemer says as how he see him go in. 
 'Tain't so at all, and that shows he wasn't never there." 
 
 Pillemer was going to rebuke him, but the judge silenced 
 him by saying : 
 
 " You will have your turn to speak. Well," he went 
 on to Yvon, " what did the man do whom you say you 
 saw ? " 
 
 " Just the other thing from what Pillemer makes out. He 
 poked the gun under the brambles where he took it from and 
 went away towards Plumodan. I was hiding in the thicket, 
 so he passed close by without seeing me ; but I had a fair 
 look at him." 
 
 " And this man was not Calorguen ? " 
 
 " Law, no, master. Calorguen was inside the grounds 
 then, as I knew after. Calorguen had on his keeper's 
 clothes, just as you see now, and that man wore a smock 
 frock and a broadbrim. And he had nothing of the look of 
 Pierre." 
 
 " So you had time to scan his face 1 " 
 
 " Rather ! I remember that first-rate, and shan't forget it 
 in a hurry. Why, I'd know him again anywhere, and after 
 never so long, if he'll only show himself." 
 
 From the opening of this unforese^iU exan^ination the 
 
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 tenant of the Hunaudaie lost countenance and all the coolness 
 exhibited up to the entrance of little Yvon on the judicial 
 stage. His embarrassment attracted the judge's attention, 
 who began to believe that all this tale might not be the lad's 
 fancy. At the same time the idea struck him to put an un- 
 expected question to Yvon : 
 
 " Do you see this man anywhere in the court at this 
 moment ? " 
 
 Yvon shook his head. 
 
 " Look at the witness Pillemer." 
 
 " Oh, it wasn't him I see there," answered the urchin with- 
 out hesitating. " I've known Pillemer ever so long, and I 
 didn't know the other. He's young and good-looking, and 
 Pillemer is old and ugly." 
 
 There was a smothered laugh, for the comparison was 
 amusingly blunt ; but the crisis was so painful that silence 
 was quickly re-established. Everybody felt that the knot of 
 the trial lay in this boy's statement, a chance witness, but 
 probably a true one, as he was not old enough to learn a lie. 
 
 " Nay, nay," continued he, " Pillemer was not there." 
 
 "If he was not there," took up the chief judge, "how 
 could he have divined that a man took up — or laid down — a 
 gun near the border of the woods ? You yourself state it so. 
 Therefore, Pillemer did not invent the fact. Only he draws 
 a different inference than you. Still he saw what happened." 
 
 " He was up in a tree, then, for I should have spied him 
 anywhere in the woods." 
 
 " I am sixty years old," interposed the farmer. " A pretty 
 time o' life to be swarming up a tree, I don't think ! It's 
 much more in your way, you naughty boy, to perch in the 
 boughs to pry about honest folks." 
 
 " Silence ! " said the judge, imperatively. " None but I 
 have the right to address this child." 
 
 " Oh, I am not afeard o' Pillemer," remarked " this child '' 
 coolly. 
 
 " I see that,'' pursued the presiding judge, " and I doubt 
 your full comprehension of your own words.] Your statement 
 
Denounced as the Assassin 269 
 
 completely traverse3 that of the witness Pillemer. Conse- 
 quently one of you two lies, and to lie at the justice seat is a 
 crime punishable with penal servitude. My duty is to com- 
 mit whichever of you is guilty of perjury for trial. And I 
 mean to discover which it is. Witness Pillemer, do you per- 
 sist in your statement V 
 
 " Of course I do, your honour. I have sworn to all that 
 once already." 
 
 " And you, Yvon r' 
 
 " As true as the good God up above hears me I am telling 
 the truth." 
 
 " Mind that your affection for the prisoner does not carry 
 you too far. Better confess that you made this up between 
 you since — awhile since." 
 
 " Why, I never said a word to him of what I see while he 
 were in the grounds. Look at his face now ; he's as much 
 astonished as you, sir, at what I am a-saying." 
 
 *' But you may have hatched this unlikely tale all alone of 
 a man hiding a gun— a man nobody knows — and never seen 
 again by you " 
 
 " 'Tain't for the lack o' hunting for him, though ! " 
 
 " Come, come, my boy, think this over again. Nobody 
 here believes you. I read in the faces of the gentlemen of 
 the jury that they think like myself that you are telling 
 this story to save your friend. Turn round and you will 
 see " 
 
 Yvon mechanically turned round as directed, looked at the 
 twelve faces idly, and then suddenly shouted : 
 
 "That's the man there!" 
 
 The lovers of strong mental liquors had already had 
 several draughts since this trial opened, but this was a 
 quencher. 
 
 With glittering eyes and arm outstretched, Yvon pointed 
 at one of the jurors on the lowest row in the box. 
 
 From the nook where he had crouched till called forth by 
 the judge the boy could not see the juryman whom he pre- 
 tended to identify, and hitherto he had not looked in that 
 
270 The Condemned Door 
 
 direction. Now he saw the man in a front view, and 
 closely. By moving more forward he might have touched 
 him. 
 
 The audience quivered, the judges were startled out of 
 their dignity, Calorguen was stricken with surprise, Pillemer 
 dismayed, and the counsel for the defence, shooting his cuiFs 
 out of the sleeves of his gown ere emitting a torrent of eloquence 
 upon the incident — all this formed a picture worth preserving 
 on canvas. 
 
 Of all the players in this strange scene apparently the least 
 affected was the juror singled out by Yvon. Sitting erect, 
 with a haughty head, he disdainfully eyed the child, and 
 smiled in opposition to the insolent gesture pointing him 
 out. 
 
 This juror was Count Trigavou. 
 
 The agitation produced by the denunciation would have 
 been still greater if the master of the Hunaudaie had been 
 known to the majority present. But he had few relatives in 
 the county ; his name was on the jury register because by 
 family tradition he preserved a residence there. But he 
 almost never came to St. Brieuc, and most of the beholders 
 had never seen him before, or even heard his name, which, as 
 a singular feature of this trial, does not figure in it. The 
 important action he had taken was unsuspected by the 
 judges. Hence the Public Prosecutor allowing him to elude 
 the challenge and take his seat. 
 
 But still there were some who knew pretty well how he 
 stood. In the first place, Calorguen, who, after discovering 
 his enemy was not dead, had perceived that the baroness's 
 lover had murdered her husband in order to marry the 
 widow. And Olivier, who saw the man in his true colours, 
 who had once inspired him with blind confidence. And 
 lastly, Lady Jloulbecq. She had deceived herself deeply on 
 the moral value of her beloved, but yet she had not sus- 
 pected him of having slain her husband at the time when 
 he asserted he was crossing the Channel to Southampton. 
 
 ** What do you mean by that ?" asked the judge of Yvon, 
 
Denounced as the Assassin 271 
 
 who continued to keep his finger threatening the unwincing 
 Trigavou. 
 
 " I mean that that's the man who hid the gun in the 
 brambles. "When I see him he wore a smock, and he's 
 dressed like a gentleman now, but he's wearing the same face 
 and it's the same man." 
 
 Alain shook his head without otherwise moving, and his 
 proud silence favourably impressed the spectators. 
 
 " I am willing to admit that you deceive yourself un- 
 awares," went on the judge. " That is the only excuse for 
 your accusing an honourable gentleman so absurdly. The juror 
 whom you indicate is the Count of Trigavou, whom you must 
 know, as he has property and spends the. summer on it at the 
 Hunaudaie Farm, near the house where you live. You must 
 have met his lordship." 
 
 " Never ! Oh, so he's Pillemer's landlord, eh ? And you 
 won't believe me when I say he fired off the gun ! Why, 
 it's as plain as the nose on your face ! Don't you see that 
 he's I'arned his farmer the tale ? Pillemer only says what 
 the Count of Trigavou ordered him to say, to get Pierre into 
 trouble. Pillemer was not nigh the castle. Look at his face 
 — why a mole could see he lies !" 
 
 The boy hardly exaggerated. Upset by the turn of 
 things, Pillemer could hardly stand, and wore such a guilty 
 look that the judge, who had been harsh towards Yvon, 
 changed his battery. 
 
 " What are you in such agitation for ? " he demanded of 
 the farmer. 
 
 " I — I do not know what you are all at me for," stam- 
 mered he. " I have never done anybody wrong ; but you are 
 all down on me. Here's Commander Jugon accusing me of 
 taking a letter to Lanvollon to decoy the old general into a 
 trap. I never took no letter, and it's no fault o' mine that 
 he was shot two days after. And now again here's this little 
 varmint makes me out a liar." 
 
 " And so you are a liar — a liar indeed," Bhouted Yvon, " as 
 true as your master's a murderer 1" 
 
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 Trigavou turned pale, with wrath very likely, but still he 
 restrained himself. 
 
 The judge itched to examine him; but to question in court 
 a juror denounced by a volunteer witness was so contrary to 
 the rules of procedure that he abstained from yielding to 
 temptation. He took the only course open in such an un- 
 solvable problem. One of the two contradictory witnesses 
 was a perjurer, and as neither would retract, the conflict 
 might go on for ever. Whereupon the bench, the Public 
 Prosecutor, and the counsel for the defence agreed what to 
 do. 
 
 The Public Prosecutor rose to request the adjournment of 
 the trial to the next Session, and the provisional arrest of 
 both Pillemer and Yvon. 
 
 Calorguen's advocate off'ered no opposition, and after a de- 
 liberation among themselves, the judges arranged the terms 
 of a decree which the president promulgated. 
 
 Upon the cry, *' The case is adjourned," indescribable 
 hubbub arose as the warders and gendarmes removed the 
 prisoners. The audience pressed towards the doors ; the fine 
 ladies, disappointed at not beholding more than a makeshift 
 for the last act, flocked into the central reservation ; the 
 jurors, delighted with liberty, scrambled out of the box ; and 
 the judge chatted with the dignitaries in the reserved seats 
 next the bench. 
 
 Deeply affected, Derquy remained standing, instead of 
 mingling with any groups, the isolated beholder of the 
 breaking-up. He saw Yvon and Pillemer marched away, 
 and Lady Houlbecq, more carefully veiled than ever, vanish 
 in the throng. He looked round for the Count of Trigavou, 
 astonished that he was left free, and saw him climbing up by 
 the raised judges' seats and accosting the chief judge. A ring 
 gathered round them, but both spoke in a high enough voice 
 for Vivette's cousin not to lose a word of an interesting 
 dialogue. 
 
 *' My lord," said Trigavou with a splendid calm, " I must 
 thank you for not having tal^en seriously the fictions of a 
 
Denounced as the Assassin 273 
 
 little peasant wholly devoted to Pierre Calorguen. But I 
 cannot rest under a slander, however stupid it may be ; and 
 I heg to request ray being cited as a witness at the next trial 
 of this man. In the meaAtime, I hold myself at the call of 
 justice. The jury is discharged, and I intended to go up to 
 Paris this evening ; but I shall stop at the Hunaudaie, unless 
 you order me to remain here in St. Brieuc." 
 
 ^' We need »only have your address for the summons to 
 reach you when the case comes on again," replied the judge, 
 politely but coldly. " I shall inform the Public Prosecutor 
 of what passes between us and leave him to take the measures 
 necessary to secure the operations of justice. I suppose you 
 will await his decision ? I shall telegraph your intention to 
 stay at your house at the Hunaudaie." 
 " Meanwhile I may retire ] " 
 "You are perfectly free to retire, my lord." 
 An emphatic nod with this reply cut short the colloquy. 
 Trigavou hastened to avail himself of the permission, 
 descended from the dais, threaded the groups, and mingled 
 with the people, jostling and elbowing to get out of the hall. 
 Derquy endeavoured to overtake him for one of those 
 disputes which end in a duel, but as he meandered through 
 the body of the court-room encumbered with lawyers, news- 
 paper correspondents, and natives of both sexes. Commander 
 Jugon buttonholed him to impart his opinion of the trial. 
 The old sea-dog did not spare Count Trigavou, and thundered 
 against the judge's weakness io not having him arrested on 
 the spot as General Houlbecq's assassin. That was the very 
 word he used, and Derquy did not remonstrate against the 
 epithet applied previously by little Yvon. 
 
 Derquy managed to shake his brother officer off at the 
 doors of the hall of justice, thinking only to rejoin Yivette to 
 acquaint her with the result of the trial and, above all, that 
 her sister was at St. Brieuc. He knew that the arrangement 
 was for Yivette to meet Dr. Avangour on the footway outsid e 
 They might still be there, so he hastened thither as also on 
 his way to his hotel cjs well. 
 
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 The trial had been long and night was closing in. The 
 throng, still discussing what they had seen and heard, had 
 gone on from the square into the Valley of the Gouet, a 
 steep approach to the little port. The boulevard was almost 
 deserted, and all the persons he noticed were two, the Lord of 
 Trigavou and a lady in mourning. 
 
 " They fixed on the same meeting-place," muttered the 
 naval officer, "and we all have nearly como. in collision. 
 What the better shall I be for driving Lady Houlbecq to 
 confess she is that scoundrel's mate — or, maybe, accomplice ? 
 If she set him on to shoot her husband, I'd rather not know 
 it. As for the villain himself, I hope he will flee the country 
 and never be heard of more. But if he dares to remain, I 
 must bave it out with him. I will not let him be tried, for 
 he's just the coward to let all out and Heaven knows what 
 would become of Vive^tte's sister ! '' 
 
CHAPTEE XXXIX 
 
 THE LOVERS PREPARE FOR FLIGHT 
 
 Derquy saw correctly. It was really Lady Houlbecq and her 
 associate upon the broad walk. She had gone thither directly 
 upon leaving the court-room, knowing he would corneas they 
 had prearranged everything. They had pretty well foreseen 
 everything, too, except the interruption of the boy — unknown 
 to Trigavou, and accounted an idiot by the baroness. 
 
 They were obliged now to meet the consequences of this 
 terrible incident, and they were not in accord on the means. 
 They mutually hurled reproaches at one another for having 
 gone near the court. 
 
 " What made you take a place among the jury ? " asked the 
 lady. " Had you followed my advice we should not be in 
 this dilemma." 
 
 " Come to that, what brought you into the court ? " retorted 
 Alain. " I forbade you coming." 
 
 *' How handsome in you to reproach me ! " returned the 
 lady. " If I had not signalled to Calorguen he would have 
 denounced you. That little wretch who recognised you a 
 little later actually held the leaf out of my tablets and was 
 going to give it to the judge, but I raised my veil, looked at 
 Calorguen, and he took pity on me " 
 
 " Yes, I saw what went on and fully understood that you 
 only thought of pulling me out of the nasty corner. You 
 succeeded, but I was out of luck. Before, I was not in the 
 coils, but, by Heaven ! they are all around me now." 
 
 " Your own fault. If you had not come Yvon could not 
 have recognised you." 
 
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 "How could I foresee he would be there ? If T had not 
 appeared after being regularly called, my absence would have 
 been remarked, and it would have been conjectured I had my 
 reasons to keep away. Several persons suspected me without 
 giving tongue. I may name Avangour, Jugon, aye, and 
 others — curse them all ! I chose to da.re the danger of some 
 direct question, but unexpected was the quarter whence it 
 came. Facts have proved me in error. Now we must come 
 to some conclusion." 
 
 " Do you mean you want my advice ? " 
 
 •' Yes, but I shall not follow it unless I deem it good." 
 
 "No doubt that implies that you separate your future 
 from mine. Just what I looked for," observed the bai'oness 
 bitterly. 
 
 " You have nothing to fear ; you are not pointed at." 
 
 " Wait till the trial comes on anew — when Calorguen will 
 speak, or if he does not, Pillemer will. He has no reason to 
 hold his tongue and he is in prison now." 
 
 " Pillemer ! the traitor ! Instead of bothering about the 
 keeper, I ought to have put a bullet into him ! " 
 
 " 'Twas he who betrayed us to my husband ! " 
 
 '• I did not wish to believe, but I am sure on that head now." 
 
 " So he knew of our intimacy 1 " 
 
 " He nosed it out. I had set him to work spying old 
 Houlbecq, not telling him why, but he's sharper than he 
 looks. On St. Hubert's eve I sent him over to LanvoLlon. 
 When he returned he reported the general still at table 
 before sleeping at Jugon's and going a-hunting in the morn- 
 ing. That's what determined me to stir out, and luck led 
 me into the castle less than an hour before your husband 
 arrived " 
 
 " Why did Pillemer betray you ? " 
 
 " I daresay because he hoped Houlbecq would kill me. I 
 paid him liberally for his services, but I was fool enough, 
 with a view to hold him closer, to intimate that I had him 
 down in my will for twenty thousand francs. He was in a 
 hurry to inherit. I know no other reason." 
 
The Lovers Prqjare for Flight 277 
 
 " But when you saw him, after the event, you could not 
 help taking him to task " 
 
 " I did not believe it was his work. I was so far oflf that 
 on my return home I wrote him to come up to Paris to learn 
 what had occurred at Trigavou after my departure. He 
 c^me up. He did nothing but blunder. To avoid his meet- 
 ing me in my lodgings, I told him where I should expect 
 him ; Monceau Park, the Grevin Museum, and so on, and 
 everywhere he fell in with people that knew him down here 
 — Dr. Avangour and Commander Jugon, for instance — two 
 enemies. I chanced upon the last meeting just to hear Jugon 
 accuse him of having lured Houlbecq into a trap. It was 
 only then I began to mistrust Master Pillemer. The day but 
 one after I hauled him over the coals, but he stood out 
 stoutly, and I finally believed I was wrong to blame him." 
 
 " Yet you knew he had Calorguen arrested 1 " queried the 
 baroness. 
 
 " Yes," answered the count abruptly. 
 
 " Did you not see him after St. Hubert's Night ? " 
 
 " I daresay I did. Why the question ? " 
 
 " Because you told me in Paris that, on the night when we 
 were nearly caught, you went to St. Malo, merely looking 
 in at ytnir farm without seeing Pillemer, and embarked two 
 days after." 
 
 " You really want to know, eh ? Well, have it, then ! 
 What I did was this : Wlien I escaped from the old tower I 
 had no idea of fleeing into England, where nothing drove me, 
 since nobody could prove I was in the castle. So I simply 
 went to bed in my farm-house and strictly kept indoors 
 all next day. But on the next morning I burned to know 
 what had gone on at Trigavou, and did not care to sond 
 Pillemer, who did not inspire me with enough confidence. So 
 I disguised myself as a peasant to prowl round the castle— a 
 broad-brimmed hat and an ample frock " 
 
 " Then it was you Yvon saw ? " 
 
 " I can't say the little imp saw me, but I saw nobody but 
 Calorguen. That was from a distance, stealing along the wall. 
 
278 The Condemned Door 
 
 I saw him halt, lay his gun on a sloping bank, and climb over 
 through the breach. I wondered what he was after and re- 
 solved to learn. You told me he was in love with you, 
 remember. I went up the road and passed the breach with- 
 out his seeing me. His gun was within reach, and I snatched 
 it up to prevent him using it against me in case he per- 
 ceived me. It then occurred to me to slip into the grounds 
 by the gateway and take a peep at your window. I cannot 
 say why, but I was urged to commit that imprudence. I did 
 glide in and I stepped to the edge of the lawn, when, on 
 raising my head, I saw your husband standing at the open 
 window. He saw me, too, and, what's worse, recognised me, 
 for he called out : ' What are you about there, you ? Are 
 you looking for me ? ' " 
 
 "That is true. I heard him," 
 
 "And he added, shaking his fist, *You will soon know 
 with whom you have to do. Just wait till I get down to 
 you.' Then I thought of you, dear. I saw that if I let him 
 live he would torture you lingeringly till death, for he 
 knew by this time who was your chosen and that I had 
 escaped the dungeon where he fancied I was shut up. 
 Tit for tat was fair play. I had a right to avenge 
 myseJf." 
 
 "And you fired on him! Well done ! " cried the widow, 
 brutally, carried away by her passion. 
 
 " No, no, badly done, for I shall be found guilty of it, and 
 you must pay the penalty too. Well, I had time to rush 
 out of the grounds and put the gun back where I found it. 
 And I returned to my farm without meeting a soul. It was 
 then only I thought to leave the country for a month, and off 
 I went that night." 
 
 " What about Pillemer 1 " 
 
 " Pillemer knew nothing about it. But he had seen me 
 come in and I had to explain away somehow why I had dis- 
 guised myself. He would hear of the general's death next 
 day and I did not want him to suspect I had slain him. So 
 I hatched a tale, part true, part false, telling him I had 
 
The Lovers Prepare for Flight 279 
 
 donned a smock to go near the castle without being recognised, 
 I knew well enough he would not inquire what took me 
 there, being in the secret. I went on to say that when 
 skirting the park walls I heard a gun go off, that I had 
 seen Calorguen measuring the hole in the wall a moment 
 before, and that a moment after I saw a man hide a gun in 
 the bushes and make off without my seeing his face. I added 
 that the man may have blazed away at somebody, but I had no 
 inclination to get drawn into some awkward affair and that 
 I preferred to go travelling awhile. I thought he might fancy 
 what he liked, but he had no interest in speaking against me; 
 and indeed, he took good care not to accuse me. I never 
 foresaw he would saddle Calorguen with the story of the gun 
 in the hedge, forgetting he has had a knife whetted for Calor- 
 guen this ever so long," 
 
 " But when you saw Pillemer again in Paris ? " 
 
 " I treated him as he deserved and commanded him to 
 retract his statement ; but he answered that, if he did so, they 
 would have him up for perjury and he would not promise m^ 
 anything. Then I thought to help Calorguen escape from 
 Dinan Gaol. The escape was a failure — ahem ! well, you know 
 the rest. Pillemer, at the first hearing, stuck to his tale, and 
 all might have been lovely if he had not meddled and brought 
 this yarn forward. Now I lay at Pillemer's mercy, and I am 
 certain he will blab everything. The judge has given me 
 rope enough, but when he lays his head alongside the Public 
 Prosecutor's, they will decide to bring me up with a strong 
 pull. I shall not wait." 
 
 " You mean to flee ? " 
 
 " Fully determined. But nothing drives you. Calorguen 
 will be dumb, as he adores you." 
 
 " And I adore you ! What do I care that you relieved me 
 of my husband ? He meant to kill you and you retaliated too 
 soon for him. I'll go with you, darling — anywhere ! Come 
 what may, your fate shall be mine." 
 
 "You will not taunt me any more with courting your 
 sister 1" queried Alain, ironically. 
 
280 The Condemned Door 
 
 " Don't spaak of her ! I wish to forget everything, and I 
 shall if you'll take me." 
 
 "Even to America] California, even, or the Antipodes? 
 Though I quit France bent on never seeing it again, even if 
 I change my name and I am reduced to work for a living % 
 Even if they condemn me in my absence ? " 
 
 " Do you doubt it ] Havel not done enough for you to 
 believe in my love ? '' 
 
 ^' I believe that love fades like every worldly thing and 
 that you will harry me one of these days for having dragged 
 you down with me in my fall." 
 
 " Hush ! and don't you dare hope, sir, to prevent me going 
 along. I am quite ready. I always foresaw what was com_ 
 ing, for I turned my funds into cash — three hundred thousand 
 francs — banked securely in London. Where do you intend 
 to sail from 1 " 
 
 " St. Malo. I'll go by evening train to Dinan, for I must 
 show I was at the Hunaudaie Farm in case I am tracked 
 from here. But I shall only stay one day. The day after 
 to-moT-row I shall be in St. Malo." 
 
 " Where you will find your loving one by the early 
 morning." 
 
 "Fully determined?" 
 
 " Fully, and nothing shall change me, whatever you do or 
 say." 
 
 " If that's so, mark me well ; I must keep quiet. I reckon 
 on there being nothing against me for a few days yet. But 
 one must be forearmed, and I am not going to run the risk 
 of being arrested. Before coming to St. Brieuc I had a pre- 
 sentiment Calorguen's trial would not end just as I wished, 
 and that I might find the necessity of putting the sea between 
 me and justice. What I foreboded has happened. I must 
 provide for my safety. Just to think, though, that if that 
 little demon Yvon had not come across me, Calorguen would 
 be acquitted and no accusation would be overhanging me. 
 It's enough to drive one wild with fury — dash it ! Oh, it is 
 a good thing they put him in prison, or else, if he fell 
 
The Lovers Prepare for Flight 281 
 
 under my hand, I'd wring his neck, although that would only 
 be a blunder the more. 
 
 " But, to get back to my project of instant departure. At 
 St. Malo I know an old pilot who owns a pretty little steam 
 yacht which he lets out at a large profit to lovers of marine 
 trips. I have more than once put some good things in his 
 way by recommending him to rich Paris friends. He is a 
 reliable fellow and I can trust him. He will take me any- 
 where. I name over to Ireland, where, at one port or another 
 — Queenstown, Londonderry, where you will — the steamers 
 touch from England to New York. 
 
 " Well, I notified him that I should require his boat 
 within three days of this. That's settled, and so he's waiting 
 under steam out of the bay at anchor beyond the break- 
 water. This captain, named Guevel, lives in Freshwater 
 Canal Street, corner of St. Barbe Street. You can go to I"m 
 from me and tell him to be ready to set sail the day after to- 
 morrow, and even go on board yourself as soon as yoxx like. 
 It is useless, at any rate, our being seen together. I shall go 
 to the Franklin Hotel, near old Guevel's house. I will see 
 him straight and arrange with him. Should you be on 
 board, he'll take me out in his yawl at night tide to the 
 yacht, and in two hours we shall be far from St. Malo. Is 
 this fixed ? All right, then, let's part — our last parting, 
 since now we are bound together till death comes." 
 
 " At last," sighed Flavia in relief, " you are mine own for 
 ever and ever, without any rivalry." 
 
 The farewell was short, for Trigavou burned to shake the 
 dust of France off his feet, and his temptress was eager to 
 enjoy happiness so dearly earned. 
 
 Both forgot that there is many a slip betwixt cup and lip. 
 
CHAPTEE XL 
 
 A BED OF THORNS 
 
 In the summer-time all seaside resorts look alike. But in 
 autumn the town recovers its natural aspect. Trouville be- 
 comes a fishing village, St. Malo the port which fitted out 
 privateers. Gay life vanishes from the fine sands, and a 
 duller bustle reigns in the port and in the docks. The 
 Newfoundland fishing boats discharge their Grand Bank 
 catches, the smacks form rows along the jetty, and the huge 
 English packets load up butter, eggs, and calves for the 
 London market. 
 
 With this relative loneliness as to fashionables ^nd gentle- 
 folk. Count Trigavou reckoned on meeting no acquaintances 
 before embarking. As announced to Baroness Houlbecq, he 
 had arrived by the last train and slept at the Franklin Hotel. 
 It was then too late to see old Guevel, who went to bed at 
 nine. 
 
 But the count was up with daybreak and ran round to the 
 enriched pilot's, whom he found smoking his pipe in his 
 doorway. His first care was about the lady he had sent to 
 him. 
 
 " Oh, I saw her," answered the sea veteran. " She isn't 
 no stick." 
 
 " In what way is that ? " inquired the astonished nobleman. 
 
 " I offered her a room till you came, but, bless you, my 
 lord, she would hardly stay ashore a quarter of an hour, so 
 hot to be aboard ship right away." 
 
 " That was understood between us." 
 
 "So she said. But when you arranged that 'ere in course 
 
A Bed of Thorns 283 
 
 you never knew what kind o' weather the morrow would 
 bring for'a'd. Why, yesterday I did have a hard pull for it 
 to get out in a rowboat to my yacht. We took two hours to 
 round Little Bey Island, and your lady got soaked like a 
 biscuit in oyster soup. But she wasn't scared. I never did 
 see such a heart o' oak in a woman.'' 
 
 "Yes ; I know the sea would not frighten her. At what 
 time can you take me aboard ? Some time this morning 1 
 want to be off." 
 
 " Do 'ee, my lord ? Well, now, that don't depend on me, 
 d'ye see." 
 
 " On whom, then ? " demanded the nobleman testily. 
 
 " On the clerk of the weather, who sent us yesterday a 
 stiff norther. Didn't you give the sea a squint as you came t 
 It's all over the Neck.'' 
 
 " It don't matter. As the lady got over so can I." 
 
 " That don't follow. It blew rough yesterday, but we 
 could make head again it. But this 'ere day, there ain't a 
 sea-going boat in all the port able to go out ; she'd go down 
 a couple of cables' length from the end of the breakwater. 
 And anyhow, why run the risk of getting drownded ? It's a 
 goodishbit since the yacht left her moorings where she waited." 
 
 " What's that ? Gone without me T' 
 
 "Yes, good luck to her! If she had hung on to her 
 anchor, she would have been tossed on to the shingle of Big 
 Bey Island and knocked into shivereens by now. I gave the 
 skipper the order to put to sea, and he had enough on his 
 hands to clear, I tell 'ee." 
 
 " Put to sea ? Where to 1 " 
 
 " Nowhere's in pertickler. He's been spending the niglit 
 tacking to and fro and must have had all the fun he wants 
 running long and short legs. Yonr lady has had lier 
 'prenticeship of uights at sea ; but that's no blame to me, for 
 I warned her. But she was bound to go on board. How- 
 somever, there's no danger — not a mite. The Gulkving is 
 well built and has breasted many a blow. The lady will get 
 off with a little shaking." 
 
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 " When can the yacht get back I " 
 
 "Sooner than your lordship 'niagines. These here gales 
 blow 'emsels out in less than forty-eight hours. To-night it 
 will taper olf and come to a puff and a calm to-morrow." 
 
 " Then your boat will resume her anchorage ? " 
 
 " Under the Big Bey, my lord. That's understood with 
 the cap'n, and hes a man o' his word." 
 
 " Then 1 can embark to-morrow ? " 
 
 " Yes. But the sea won't have gone down, and the yacht 
 may be obligated to stand off and on under steam, d'ye see, 
 instid o' mooring under the island. But if you are willing 
 to wait in the hollow of the Big Bey, why, they'll send a yawl 
 in for you. As soon as you are brung on deck, she'll stand 
 for Ireland. Reckoning all in, you'll only lose a day." 
 
 " How shall I know the yacht has returned ? " 
 
 " I'll come tell your lordship at the hoteJ." 
 
 " I would rather you were not seen there." 
 
 " I understand. Well, there's a way out of that. All 
 your honour need do is get out to the Big Bey in the morn- 
 ing by the Good Help Gate. At nine the tide is a-running 
 in, but you can still cross without wetting your feet. You 
 should climb up the island and go along to the headland of 
 Chateaubriand's Tomb, whence you'll see the yacht as plain 
 as I see your lordship. She'll be cutting hereaway and there- 
 away before the island. I shall get out there too, a little 
 later, and signal the skipper to lower away the boat as soon 
 as the water is high enough to let her run in shore. There'll 
 be never a soul there to ask your lordship for his passport, 
 for this is not the season when the 'scursionists go out to see 
 the Tomb." 
 
 *' Well, be it so. If there's any change during the day, 
 just stand out in your doorway at nightfall, where I can see 
 you from my hotel window. I will step out on that balcony 
 you see from here and you can beckon if you want to speak 
 to me. If you do not call me, we will meet in the morning 
 on the Big Bey, where I will cash up for the yacht hire." 
 
 Old Guevel replied that he could trust the speaker, and 
 
A Bed of TJwrm 285 
 
 was in no hurry ; he loved money, but he wanted to be 
 polite too. 
 
 Nettled at this drawback, which condemned him to spend 
 a day and a night yet at St. Malo, Count Trigavou thought 
 of no better way to wear off his ill-humour than to walk 
 round the ramparts. This constitutional promenade ought to 
 blow away mental cobwebs, and make it clear that the Gull- 
 wlng^s proprietor had not stretched a point in calling the 
 sea unnavigable. 
 
 He went to St. Vincent Square, crossed it, and climbed the 
 stone steps to the broad flagged walk on the old seawall. He 
 did not linger to regard the docks, the famous swing-bridge, 
 nor the lofty houses of the rich shipmasters of yore, granite 
 palaces towering over the battlements. He caught a view 
 of the sea, only to be had beyond a large bastion covering 
 the mole protecting the outer port. When above the Good 
 Help Strand, Trigavou had his wish satisfied. 
 
 The tempest was raging in full force. The fog-shrouded 
 horizon blended with the lowering sky. The north-west 
 wind drove the rollers in upon the coast and smashed them 
 on the rocky edges of the roadstead. Big and Little Bey 
 Islands, Cezambre, and the Conchee disappeared under the 
 spouts of surge. 
 
 Guevel had not exaggerated*; no vessel had ventured out in 
 the teeth of that gale, and those near enough had scudded in. 
 
 Far out, nearly by Cape Frehel, Trigavou fancied he saw 
 a streak of black smoke across the dirty grey clouds, and he 
 imagined it come from the Oullwing's smoke-pipe as she 
 bravely struggled against the landward wind. 
 
 The count leant on the parapet to watch the yacht and 
 query whether he ought not to wish her to go down with all 
 aboard, or, at any rate, never make a French landing. 
 
 Already regretting their fortunes were bound together, he 
 was eager to scramble out of the game before it was com- 
 pletely lost with his life and fame, rather than await the 
 outburst of the tempest which Pillemer's probable confession 
 would evoke. But this last scion of a noble stem knew 
 neither scruples nor remorse. Educated by a sceptical 
 
286 The Condemned Door * 
 
 father, he had from boyhood looked upon life as a battlefield 
 where the victory falls to the most powerful and most 
 skilful. The programme he followed so far inculcated 
 preserving appearances, trampling prejudices underfoot, 
 braving men, and despising women. It had worked well 
 until he forgot the rules and slew the husband of his 
 conquest. It was the blunder worse than a crime, but one it 
 was waste of time to deplore. 
 
 " The die is cast," he said, still eyeing the yacht. " I shall 
 go with her and abide events. All will end well yet. At 
 present there is a substantial danger to elude. The future is 
 my own and nobody knows what good fortune lies in store. 
 Meanwhile, to breakfast." 
 
 After a last glance at the furious sea to which Ceesar was 
 going to confide his fortunes he walked along the ramparts 
 to his hotel, washed when above cover by the briny blast. 
 When he reached the hotel leisurely enough he was glad to 
 hear the breakfast-bell as he was sharpset. He dashed in 
 though he might be running into danger. 
 
 His seat at the tahle-dliote placed him between an artillery 
 officer on detached duty and Sir Harries Harrison, an English 
 tourist. The conversation unfortunately turned upon the 
 recent trial, and Lady Houlbecq was smartly castigated by 
 the general voice. The debate ^o spread that it was shocking 
 to the feelings of any respectable tahle-dliote. Count Trigavou 
 and his neighbours alone did not enter into the wrangle. 
 
 "Ill-bred cattle," remarked the English baronet in an 
 undertone, and in good French. 
 
 " Quite my own opinion," added Alain. 
 
 "And mine," concluded the officer. "It is unseemly to 
 treat the widow of a general officer in this style. I knew 
 Baron Houlbecq and met his wife in Parisian society, and 
 never did I hear a word against her." 
 
 This led to a self- presentation, the Englishman giving his 
 name and title, and the military Frenchman stating he was 
 Count Jacques de Sacey, colonel. This put Trigavou in a 
 quandary, for he could not name himself as the late juryman 
 
A Bed of Thorns 287 
 
 whom Yvou had singled out. He had shot down Baron 
 Houlbecq, but he could not give a false name without a 
 qualm. He whispered that he would acquaint them with his 
 degree when they left the room. This reservation cast a 
 a damper on the chat, though Trigavou hastened to show he 
 moved in the upper circles. He succeeded in effacing the 
 bad impression of his secrecy, but filled them with curiosity 
 to know the cause. So they abridged the meal and walked 
 out to enjoy the cigars Sir Harries offered in the smoking- 
 room. There was only the courtyard to cross, but in that 
 space Trigavou almost ran up against Lieut. Derquy, 
 accompanied by a naval officer in undress, some old ship- 
 mate apparently. 
 
 Neither expected such a meeting. 
 
 Olivier, after seeing Viviana to Dinan, had followed Dr. 
 Avangour's advice to leave her to go over to Dame Calorguen 
 alone with the news about her son. So the lieutenant had 
 come to St. Malo to get through the day somehow in company 
 with a lieutenant promoted from his own ship to command 
 the government despatch boat at St. Servan. Having invited 
 him to breakfast, that brought them to the Franklin Hotel. 
 
 Trigavou stopped sharply on seeing Viviana's betrothed, the 
 blood rushing to his head and his hatred for the rival making 
 him oblivious of prudence. 
 
 "I shall join you presently, gentlemen," he observed to 
 his neighbours, who went on towards the smoking-room. "A 
 word with you alone, sir," he added to Derquy, who firmly 
 faced him. 
 
 The latter friend understood the matter and stepped over 
 to the steamboat posters on the wall. 
 
 " What's your desire ? " inquired Olivier, coldly. " I have 
 no words for you, and you ought to know that there's no 
 connection between us." 
 
 "I know that one of us ought to have no longer con- 
 nection with this world, and I want you to give me 
 satisfaction." 
 
 *' For what, pray ? I spared you whom I might have 
 
288 The Condemned Boor 
 
 destroyed. You shamefully slandered me towards Mdlle. 
 Bourbriac. Which of us is the wronged man, then ? " 
 
 " Oh, you can have the choice of weapons*— all I care for is 
 the fight." 
 
 " I could refuse that on the grounds of a man not being 
 obliged to go out with one who may be in the hands of the 
 police in a day," 
 
 " Do you mean you will betray me ? I daresay you paid 
 that little monkey to accuse me of shooting the husband of 
 your sister-in-law to be." 
 
 "Your insults do not touch mc. But you shall know I 
 hold the proofs of one of your crimes. You tried to murder 
 poor Calorguen though he was not the man to utter the word 
 to ruin you. Do not attempt denial. I found the rope you 
 sent into his prison, and I have measured it. You hoped he 
 would drop off the end and split his skull on the rocks. 
 And you shot him as he climbed up the rope. These are 
 attempts at murder and no palliation." 
 
 " You're a liar." 
 
 Olivier turned pale but he restrained himself. 
 
 "Yes, you are a liar, and you are raking up excuses to 
 avoid fighting me because you are a coward to boot," said 
 Count Trigavou loudly enough to recall his late companions 
 at the smoking-room door. 
 
 Derquy's friend bad also overheard and he turned round. 
 The face of affairs had changed. The lieutenant could not 
 let things rest after he was treated as a liar and coward. 
 He had to accept the duel or explain why he refused ; in 
 other words, inform strangers of the scandalous, sad misdeed 
 whence sprang the quarrel. Thereupon the nobleman would 
 not have shrunk from answering saucily and flinging Mdlle. de 
 Bourbriac's name into the discussion. 
 
 " Gentlemen," said Derquy addressing the three bystanders 
 collectively, " in your presence I have been rudely insulted 
 and I require satisfaction of this gentleman by arms." 
 
 "Just what I require too," rejoined Lord Trigavou 
 quickly, " and the sooner the business is over, the better." 
 
A Bed of Thorns 289 
 
 " Lieutenant AUanic, my mate at the Naval College, will 
 see your friends this day to arrange the meeting, if you have 
 any friends still." 
 
 " Why not straight away ? " 
 
 "Be it immediately, then. Here stands Lieutenant 
 Allanic ; where are your seconds ? " 
 
 Trigavou looked at his two table companions, more suitable 
 than those to look for farther. If they accepted office, he 
 would have to tell his name ; but even then they might not 
 withdraw, once committed. 
 
 " Excuse me, sir,^' said the artillerist officer with a quickness 
 leaving no doubt on his resolve to decline the honour from a 
 stranger. " I am in attendance on the inspector-general and 
 am engaged to-day and for to-morrow to visit with him the 
 coast and island defences." 
 
 Clearly enough he had scented mischief in the wind luul 
 had no inclination to be prominent. But the English noble- 
 man had no such reasons. He was an independent character, 
 travelling as he listed and fond of unforeseen adventures. 
 To be second in a French duel would be something to tell at 
 the club. So he stepped forward whilst the cannoneer officer 
 retired, and said to the count : 
 
 " If agreeable, sir, I will be your second," 
 
 " I accept gratefully," answered the other, " on condition 
 that my adversary does not insist on another supporter." 
 
 " I have only one as yet myself,'' returned Derquy. 
 
 " And that the seconds do not learn the causes of our 
 encounter "i " 
 
 " I pledge myself to be content," said the baronet. " I 
 have a gentleman as my principal, which is ample." 
 
 " I will do whatever my friend assents to," added the sea- 
 officer. 
 
 "Then we can regulate the conditions of the duel at once," 
 proceeded Trigavou. " As I said, you have the choice of 
 weapons, sir." 
 
 "My choice is made. You know that I was wounded so 
 lately that I cannot hold a sword." 
 
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290 The Condemned Door 
 
 " True. We fight with pistols, without delay. To-da)*, 
 eh ? " 
 
 " You forget that it is near noon, and is dark at four. 
 Besides, we must have a medical man at hand. One second 
 a-piece may suffice at a pinch, but a medical attendant is 
 indispensable, particularly as I mean we shall not cease firing 
 till one is down. It will take time to find this gentleman ; 
 so we cannot meet till to-morrow morning." 
 
 " Be it so— where ? " 
 
 ** Anywhere you like." 
 
 " I suggest Big Bey Island," interposed Derquy's friend. 
 
 " Why the Big Bey 1 " queried the count. " There must be 
 a score of places around St. Malo more suitable." 
 
 " None so near," replied the naval ofiicer, " and I cannot go 
 too far away from my advice-boat because I must go to sea 
 to-morrow as soon as weather permits. I must look after 
 fishing craft sure to be crippled by this gale. So I shall run 
 out at the first lull." 
 
 *' The Big Bey," repeated Sir Harries. " Let me see, that's 
 the headland on which Chateaubriand the poet is entombed. 
 I have not seen that yet. Very good." 
 
 " Yes, a capital chance," added Allanic, smiling. " No place 
 is fitter. No one will disturb us — especially when the sea is 
 in, and it will be high tide at noon. I can have my yawl out 
 and take you by eleven to the Big Bey, if you will come 
 aboard my cutter. It will hold five easily and my men can 
 land us anywhere afterwards." 
 
 " We shall be but three coming back," remarked Trigavou, 
 grimly. " We shall be less one whom the doctor will be 
 attending to or laying out. I do not intend being of your 
 return party, either, if I survive." 
 
 " As you please, sir. Then it is agreed, the Big Bey ? " 
 
 " Yes, I shall be there at ten with Sir Harries. Now for 
 the weapons 1 " 
 
 *' I claim the shooting-gallery pistol," said Derquy. 
 
 " I have a pair of hair- triggers," said the Briton. 
 
 " So have I," added the cruiser's captain. 
 
A Bed of Thorns 291 
 
 "That is good," pursued the count. "These gentlemen 
 will bring their weapons and we will draw for them. Is this 
 agreed ? '' 
 
 " All points are agreed," concluded the lieutenant. " At 
 eleven to-morrow we meet again on the island near the 
 Tomb." 
 
 He drew his brother-officer out of the hotel instead of into 
 the coffee-room as they intended. Allanic hastened to ask 
 some explanation of the scene without any sense except that 
 Derquy was to fight a duel to the death. 
 
 " I can say little," replied he plainly. " You know me well 
 enough as not a man to risking life in a bad cause. If I die, 
 Heaven will not be just. If 1 kill that man he will have been 
 fitly punished. Ask me no more." 
 
 " Enough ! I see there's a woman in the case. " 
 " Whether you hgive hit it or not, be sure that I am doing 
 my duty. I picked no quarrel, you very well know, as w^e 
 went there merely to breakfast. Pure chance brought 
 me in contact with an enemy who insulted me. I would not 
 shrink. Come what may, I have nothing to blame myself 
 for." 
 
 " I am dead sure of that. Where are you towing 
 metoV 
 
 " To the telegraph office, to send a message to a medical 
 friend at Dinan." 
 
 " Why not call in a local practitioner or the army surgeon?" 
 " I do not Avish to bring strangers into the affair. My 
 doctor knows it already. He will come over on getting the 
 despatch, and I will introduce him in the morning. We will 
 breakfast afterwards, but not at the Franklin. I am glad I 
 did not happen to put up there where that man was staying^ 
 Whilst the pair were on their errand. Count Trigavou had 
 got free of Sir Harries, who had an appointment with a fellow 
 countryman living at St. Servan. He arranged to be back 
 in the morning and accompany his brother-aristocrat, for 
 Alain had made hiitiself fully known. The baronet expressee 
 his hope that the fortune of war would be favourable to 
 
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 his principal, and declared that he was delighted to have a 
 hand in such an event, as duels are things unknown in his 
 country. 
 
 Trigavou was left to solitary reflection. He was more than 
 ever decided to embark next day, but it would be glorious to 
 be revenged on Derquy by preventing him marrying the 
 fortune of Mdlle. de Bourbriac. 
 
 Still it was not without hesitation he accepted the Big Bey 
 as the field of honour, for that was the island where the 
 Gulhoing^s boat was to take him on board that vessel beside 
 Lady Houlbecq. After all, the place chimed in capitally. As 
 the hour was eleven, high water, he might get there two 
 hours sooner as he agreed with old Guevel, and settle with 
 him to have the gig land for him at half -past eleven, when 
 the combat would be over. 
 
 A first-rate pistol-shot, Alain felt sure of killing his man 
 if they fought advancing and firing at will. As tbe seconds 
 and doctor ran to his help, Trigavou would slip away, and 
 that would seem natural enough. He knew a path down to 
 the waterside where the boat would run in, without being 
 seen, as the duel would no doubt take place within the old 
 fort in ruins. He would be aboard before the fallen man 
 was found dead or mortally wounded. 
 
 " The first is best," added the count. " All depends on 
 the weather. If the wind continue, the Gullwing will have 
 to stand out. But I shall know the prospect to-night, for I 
 shall see Guevel at dusk." 
 
 Trigavou had to get through the time somehow, and he 
 shut himself up in a cafe to read the Paris papers, and even 
 the local ones, which made him ferocious. All were full of 
 the St. Brieuc trial, but the juryman singled out was desig- 
 nated only by an initial, and not a word was spoken upon 
 Lady Houlbecq. This was pretty encouraging, but Alain 
 could not expect things would stand there, and remained 
 firm upon leaving France, with a chance of returning in 
 case things came out well for him and bad for Calorguen, 
 A little before four he went to find old Guevel. Nods and 
 
A Bed of Thorns 293 
 
 becks from an hotel balcony seemed scant, since, beyond 
 going to rejoin the baroness on the yacht, there wore other 
 questions than about the weather for the retired pilot. He 
 met him coming out of the St. Yincent Square cafe and drew 
 him into a nook by St. Thomas's Gate. 
 
 *' Well, my lord, you see I touched the mark," said the old 
 seaman. " The wind's lulling and will go down altogether 
 to-night. What's your time for going aboard to-morrow 1 " 
 
 " I shall be on the Big Bey by ten." 
 
 " Rather late. You cannot pass dryshod." 
 
 " I don't care. I reckon on finding you there." 
 
 " Oh, I shall be there at half after nine, to give me time to 
 signal my skipper to send in the boat." 
 
 " Let him put off at half -past eleven ; no sooner. I shall 
 have an English gentleman with me who asked me to show 
 him the poet's grave, and I must get rid of him before I 
 embark." 
 
 " All right, my lord. You'll find me on the beach at the foot 
 of the first steps, for I want to get back to St. Malo before 
 the tide is up. You can walk right up to me under the ex- 
 cuse that you are asking your way about. I'll tell you if the 
 Gullwing's nigh and if you can go aboard at your own hour." 
 
 " That's first rate. I'll pay you your money then." 
 
 " No hurry, my lord. But bear in mind that if you idle 
 about you won't be able to get away, for the Neck will be 
 under water." 
 
 " Pooh ! we'll manage somehow." 
 
 "One thing farther, my lord. Talking with a revenue 
 oflicer, I heard that a general is down here to inspect the coast 
 batteries and forts. The boats are ordered for him and his 
 staff. They may even begin to-morrow with the two Beys." 
 
 " There's no works or cannon on the Big Bey." 
 
 " That's so, now, but there is talk of putting them there. 
 The chances are the general will not get to work to-morrow, 
 but it's my duty to tell your lordship. I've done it. Good- 
 bye till to-morrow." 
 
 Trigavou went into his hotel and shut himself up till dinner, 
 
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 which he had in a private room, to avoid unpleasant neigh- 
 bours. Leaving table, he went on the Neek for a smoke, and 
 looking along the breakwater which links the mainland with 
 the rock on which the town is built, he could prove that 
 Captain Guevel had spoken the truth. The tempest was 
 going down and there were tokens the wind would change 
 in the night. 
 
 "Huzza!" said Trigavou to himself, "my luck's coming 
 round. The yacht will be where I wanted it. I shall kill 
 that beggar before I am taken off the shore, and be far 
 hence to-morrow night. Poor Flavia!" he muttered 
 ironically, "she must have had a jolly day and night of it. 
 However, that will make her the more glad to see me again. 
 How long will her joy last, though ? We shall see. I am 
 not pledged to pass my life in her company." 
 
 On this flattering conclusion for the baroness, the count 
 went back to the hotel by deserted streets. Sir Harries had 
 not returned, and so the noble villain betook himself to bed, 
 where he slept as soundly and sweetly as Argyle in his last 
 slumber. 
 
CHAPTER XLI 
 
 THE UNINVITED SECOND 
 
 The last Count of Trigavou woke before daylight — slow 
 coming in December— -rose, dressed, and went to the clerk's 
 oifice to pay his bill. 
 
 There he found Sir Harries Harrison, who intended to 
 run up to Paris by the night train, and wished to employ 
 the morning till the duelling-time in seeing the lions. He 
 carried a pistol case containing a brace of the Bishop of Bond 
 Street's sure-kills. His principal admired them, and was 
 further delighted at the baronet going his way till they had 
 to be together. Thus he could settle with Guevel, and 
 explore the island alone. 
 
 So the Englishman departed, after giving his hand a 
 squeeze that made the marrow ache. 
 
 At nine o'clock he went leisurely to Good Help Gate, and 
 in twenty minutes more was on the walk from the gate to 
 the beach. Accessible to foot-passengers when the sea is 
 out, the Big Bey becomes an island at other times, only 
 attainable by boats. The tide was running in when Tri- 
 gavou started, but it was just after the turn and the edge 
 barely lapped the flagged crown of the submergeable dyke. 
 
 It was dark and cold, but tlic wind, though northerly 
 blew less heavily. 
 
 He was before time, and could nut see Captain Guevel at 
 the foot of the hillock where they ought to have joined. He 
 did not care to wait for him, so he ventured on the still unr 
 flooded lev^e^ not long to remain so, and safely passed oy^r 
 
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 the slippery stones to the rough stairs hewn in the stony 
 side of the Big Bey. Afar on his left, at the end of a strip 
 of road, another dam emerged to unite the two Beys and to 
 serve as landing stage for the Dinard boats when there is not 
 enough water for them to enter the foreport. Thence would 
 come the Gullwing^s boat. 
 
 Before climbing upon the island, the count looked up and 
 saw the veteran pilot at the top of the stairs about coming 
 down. He waved him back and hastened to ascend to 
 him. 
 
 " Well % " he interrogated. 
 
 " Well," Guevel made answer, " there's the yacht under 
 steam, as I promised your lordship. Very proper of the 
 skipper not trying to anchor. The sea is still rough, and the 
 fitful wind may rouse up again. I advise ye not to dawdle 
 on the island, but get off in the lull. The Gullwing's 
 boat will run into land at eleven, a-lee of the Little 
 Bey. The master has made out my signals and answered 
 them." 
 
 " Do me the pleasure of coming to the point with me and 
 showing me your boat." 
 
 " Willingly. I don't want to be cooped up here by the 
 tide, but I have time enough." 
 
 Trigavou followed old Guevel, who conducted him along 
 the old fort walls to the cliffs facing the open sea. Some 
 thousand odd feet out, the Gulhving was gambolling with 
 her nose in and out of the surge, towing after her a little 
 boat that was dancing furiously. 
 
 " How did you manage to communicate with your captain 
 at such a distance 1 " inquired Trigavou. 
 
 Guevel showed a roll under his arm composed of different 
 coloured flags wrapped round a stick. 
 
 " In the navy," said he, " there's a code that enables us to 
 correspond just as you land-goers use the telegraph. Your 
 lady knows now that you are here, and that you will be 
 aboard before midday. Want to see her?" inquired the old 
 
The Uninvited Second 297 
 
 sea-dog, pulling a stumpy telescope out of his pocket. " Take 
 that and pull it out till you get the focus correct. It's not 
 so pretty to look at as your opera-glasses, but it brings 'em 
 nearer." 
 
 Count Trigavou set the instrument properly, and clearly 
 discerned, leaning on the taffrail of the yacht, a woman in 
 black, whom he had no trouble to recognise as Lady Houl- 
 becq. It seemed to him she waved a handkerchief. 
 
 " Thanks, captain," he said, " you have relieved me. Now, 
 let us go aside to settle our little account." 
 
 He took the pilot into the bottom of a dip of land where 
 no one on the yacht could see them, and handed him three 
 rolls of gold, a thousand francs each, which the other pocketed 
 unceremoniously, saying : 
 
 " Thank 'ee, my lord. I'm at your service any time. Just 
 now you'll not need me, and it's high time I steered home'ard> 
 for there's nigh six inches of water on the dam. But how 
 about that 'ere Englishman you were going to bring along ? 
 He ain't come." 
 
 " He's coming." 
 
 " In a boat, then, for he cannot get over there without 
 filling his shoes. Very well. If I run athwart him along 
 the strand, I'll tell him you are waiting. Bless you, I shall 
 know him without any description. Sing'ler thing how all 
 the British look similar to the same model." 
 
 Remaining by himself, the count took to examining the 
 fighting ground. There was an enclosure, surrounded by a 
 dilapidated wall, with one opening landward. The visitor 
 called the ruins a fort, but they might as probably be 
 those of a barracks or arsenal ; but anyway, that made no 
 diiference to him. There were all the requisites — space, equal 
 lights, and assured isolation. 
 
 After this inspection, he met Sir Harries, who excused 
 himself being full a quarter of an hour late, but he had found 
 it hard to get a boat to breast the still tossing sea, and hia 
 cruise up the river had been rough. However, he had met 
 
298 The Condemned Door 
 
 no mishap, and the pistol-case had not been splashed, though 
 his cockleshell had shipped some waves. 
 
 " I am in time," he observed, " since our adversary and 
 his companions have not turned up, for I saw a six-oar barge 
 behind my boat." 
 
 " The cutter's," interrupted Lord Trigavou, " with our 
 party. Shall we go and meet them V 
 
 " If you like. Only I wanted to see the poet's tomb." 
 
 *' You shall. Chateaubriand rests close here." 
 
 He conducted the novelty-seeker to the headland wherein 
 the illustrious native writer is buried, under a slab and 
 granite cross. After some surprise at seeiog no name or 
 date, the Englishman could find no finer eulogium to make 
 over the author of "Kene" than this : 
 
 '^He was Ambassador to St. James's under our King 
 George the Fourth !" 
 
 This made his hearer smile, but not forget that the moment 
 of his peril approached, and he urged Sir Harries to hold out 
 for the firing to be at will, the men placed at forty paces with 
 power to advance each ten paces, and two shots a-piece if the 
 first fire had no result. 
 
 " Do you not fear the repeated shots will attract inter- 
 ferers"?" queried the baronet. 
 
 " Oh no ; there's nobody on the island, and now the sea is 
 up only boats can come." 
 
 " Excuse me ; the crossing on foot is still practicable, 
 for as I climbed the stairs I saw a woman on the dam — 
 wading, it is true, rather than walking, but she could get 
 along." 
 
 " A woman l — some shrimper, I suppose." 
 
 " No ; a lady, 1 ought to have said, for her hat and dress 
 were stylish. She was in mourning too, or at least in com- 
 plete black." 
 
 Trigavou started, wondering if this could be Lady Houl- 
 becq, who had spied him from afar. But it was absurd. To 
 begin with, the baroness, whom he had seen on the yacht, 
 
The Uninvited Second 299 
 
 had not time to be put ashore ; and, even could that miracle 
 of speed be accomplished, she would have had no necessity of 
 wading along the flooded Neck to reach the island ; the boat 
 would have set her ashore under the rocks. 
 
 " Strange ! " he muttered. " You say she was not a fish- 
 girl?" 
 
 ^' Not by her dress." 
 
 "Young?" 
 
 " I should think so, by her bearing. Her face was veiled 
 to the teeth. But we might go and question her on her busi- 
 ness here." 
 
 " Yes, come along," said the Count. 
 
 They re-ascended the rising ground overtopping the tomb, 
 but were scarcely there before Sir Harries cried out : 
 
 ^' Here's our party !" 
 
 They were not twenty paces off. 
 
 " Let us rather go meet them," said Trigavou. 
 
 They were three in number : Derquy, Allanic, and Dr. 
 Avangour, whom the count was vexed to recognise. He 
 guessed how he had been brought to the spot, and he wished 
 so well-informed a witness had failed to come. But he could 
 not protest, and made no comment. All saluted with frigid 
 politeness, according to habit. 
 
 " Gentlemen," said the gunboat commander, " I believe we 
 are agreed on the terms. But I must remind you that my 
 boat which landed us is ready to take us off. You can all 
 use it." 
 
 " I have my own boat," replied the Englishman. " You 
 might see it as you came in-shore." 
 
 "Let us lose no time," interjected Alain, "This is the 
 enclosed spot I alluded to. It will take some time to measure 
 the distances and settle every point." 
 
 They were all in haste to have done. They disappeared 
 behind the dwarf wall surrounding the field, whence one of 
 the twain ought not to walk forth alive. 
 
 At this very moment the young lady whom Sir Harries had 
 
300 The Condemned Door 
 
 seen on the dam leaped on the Big Bey Island strand. She 
 had experienced much trouble to cross, and she sprang behind 
 the boulders instead of running up the stairs. She had seen 
 the boat land Derquy and his two friends, and she hid, not to 
 be perceived by them in passing. This intrepid person who 
 had risked being drowned to reach the Big Bey could be no 
 other than Yiviana de Bourbriac. 
 
 She wgLS at Dinan beside Dr. Avangour when the Heu- 
 tenant's telegram arrived, and she had so implored that it 
 was shown her. It told her that the physician was expected 
 over at St. Malo by the officer who was going to fight with 
 the master of La Hunaudaie. 
 
 Yiviana fully understood, but she made no remark, and 
 the doctor left her in the evening, convinced she was resigned 
 to await his return. But, after being up all night, the lady 
 took the 5 a.m. train, and got in at St. Malo at 6.45. All 
 travellers at hotels were slumbering, but she found by a 
 porter that the two gentlemen arrived overnight at the 
 Universe Hotel had just gone out. She followed them in 
 a night- cab over the new bridge to St. Servan, where 
 they embarked in a yawl to the gunboat on the station 
 there. 
 
 Viviana, knowing that Olivier had gone to meet a naval 
 collegian of his acquaintance, divined that this M. Allanic 
 was to be his second, and she remained in the cab till the 
 boat left the cutter with its passengers for the City Fort. 
 Then she was rapidly driven to the swing-bridge. Then, 
 dismissing the vehicle, she crossed to St. Malo quay, and ran 
 upon the mole. With wind and water against it, the cutter's 
 boat did not make much way, and the watcher could easily 
 be sure the Big Bey was its destination. She naturally con- 
 cluded that would be the duelling-ground, the other Bey 
 being fully occupied by a fort armed and tenanted. 
 
 She reasoned that she might arrive before the boat. Her 
 heart continued to goad her. She had come away because 
 she would have died of anxiety at Dinan. She wished to be 
 
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 near Olivier when he fought, and see him, alive or dead. Yet 
 she felt that she could not stop the combat, and she had too 
 much good sense to play the part of the stage heroine, who 
 rushes in between duellists to " bring down the curtain on an 
 effective picture." 
 
 She climbed the stairs some time after the others, and on 
 seeing the old walls comprehended they enclosed the field of 
 honour. The party must have entered it already, for there 
 was not a soul on the parched islet, over which she domineered 
 entirely. She advanced to the headland, a little behind 
 Chateaubriand's tomb, and only a few steps from the duelling- 
 ground. 
 
 She divined that the preliminaries of the action would take 
 some time, and knew that the survivor must come forth under 
 her eyes. She had the courage to keep her place till fate 
 decided. 
 
 Pale and motionless, she listened, puzzled what kind of 
 weapons would be used. At that distance she would not hear 
 the clash of swords, and, with the present breeze, she might 
 not hear the report of pistols. Still, there she knelt, 
 paralysed with anguish. 
 
 The sea was now beating on the island rocks, and the spray 
 of its breaking rollers flew at whiles upon her without her 
 heeding it. 
 
 The prolonged, shrill sound of a steam whistle made her 
 start. Turning her head, she saw a tiny steamer about a mile 
 away approaching. What was it steering so for ; and was 
 the whistle a signal — and to whom addressed ? Almost 
 instantly a little boat was let go from the yacht's stern, and 
 headed for the island. Four men rowed it vigorously ; and 
 in the stern sheets, a fifth person, hooded and wrapped in 
 waterproof, sat by the tiller, but did not handle it. 
 
 Viviana wondered why they should lay their course hither ; 
 not to take in water or vegetables, for there were no such 
 articles on the barren rock. The figure at the helm attracted 
 her attention most. Instead of steering, it used both hands 
 
302 The Condemned Door 
 
 to liold a large marine glass up to its eyes, and direct it upon 
 the spot where Viviana stood. If a good glass, it might make 
 out her features, though the lady could not yet discern those 
 of the ^azer. 
 
 The space between rapidly lessened from the sturdy sea- 
 men coming on with the rising tide. They soon turned off to 
 the right, so as to land, not under the cliff where the shore 
 was inaccessible, but at a distance where a goats' path came 
 down. All at once the unknown threw back the hood, and 
 showed her bare head. Viviana uttered a scream, she 
 recognised her sister. 
 
 It was Flavia indeed, blanched, dishevelled. On her part 
 she had long since recognised the other, for she rose to her 
 feet and waved her hand as if to bid her begone. With her 
 tall stature and fier long black hair floating on the wind, 
 she seemed the spirit of the storm, cursing the world 
 where men dwelt and commanding the ocean to rise and 
 engulf it. 
 
 " 'Tis she," murmured Viviana. " Now I see it all. She 
 awaits her accomplice that they may flee together. Forced to 
 fight with Olivier, he required the meeting to be here. He 
 believes he will surely kill my darling and can rejoin the 
 wretched woman whose husband he also murdered. Villain ! 
 and she is another ! To think I still pitied her! prayed Heaven 
 to spare her shame and punishment ! hoped she would 
 redeem her crime by repentance. All is over now— I have 
 only to try to forget her." 
 
 Lady Houlbecq could not hear this monologuCj but she saw 
 that Viviana seemed to take root on the rock, and she said to 
 herself : 
 
 " It is fated she should bear me bad luck. She robbed 
 me of my fortune, she tried to rob me of my lover, and here 
 she is, watching to prevent him coming away with me. She 
 must have bribed the old pilot into betraying the secret 
 of his embarking from the Big Bey. Who knows if she has 
 not set the police on his track, to avenge herself ? That is 
 
The Uninvited Second 303 
 
 what posts her there. But where is he? This very morning 
 Guevel signalled his yacht-master to send the boat off at 
 eleven. That means that Alain has come here, I am sure . 
 Perhaps he has seen Yiviana, and is hiding till she's gone, I 
 would do wrong to land while she is there. I ought to wait 
 till he shows himself. But if I see him nothing shall stop 
 me. I have come for him, and when we are aboard the 
 yacht we shall baffle our foes. I am glad I went aboard 
 among the sailors ; without me they would not have known 
 what to do. I must give them orders to keep off till Alain 
 appears." 
 
 Thereupon, Viviana, who let none of her sister's move- 
 ments escape her, saw her take her seat again and quickly 
 speak to the little crew, who hastened to execute her com- 
 mand. The boat changed its course ; instead of heading 
 in-shore it stood off till about halfway to the Gidlwing^ where 
 they laid on their oars or only dipped them in now and again 
 to resist the current. 
 
 " She still hopes he will come," thought Mdlle. de Bour- 
 briac. "Does she know they are engaged in single combat? 
 No. If she knew that she would also know that Olivier has 
 seconds with him, so that, even if he were to fall, they 
 would not let the general's murderer escape under their very 
 eyes," 
 
 Reminded of the deadly encounter, she forgot about her 
 sister, and strove to divine what was taking place beyond the 
 enclosed walls. She was astonished it had not come to an end 
 by this. She knew a quarter of an hour was long for the 
 crossing of swords, as the general, an expert swordsman, had 
 often told the story of his duels. But she knew also that the 
 arrangements take time, and that good fencers stop to 
 rest. Yet everything has an end, and she waited till twenty 
 minutes were gone by. 
 
 It did not occur to her that pistols had been selected and 
 that there had been a discussion on Trigavou's claim, per Sir 
 Harries, for firing at will. Allanic, dubious en his friend's 
 
304 " The Condemned. Door 
 
 marksmanship, had proposed simultaneous firing at thirty 
 paces and at the word of command. The doctor was for the 
 least dangerous mode, but then he had no voice in the matter. 
 Olivier cut the knot by giving way to his antagonist on all 
 points. Then came the examination of the pistols, and, they 
 being equal enough, the decision that the four shots must 
 suffice. 
 
 Ignorant of all this, Mdlle. de Bourbriac was beginning to 
 believe the affair would not come off when she heard a single 
 shot. One of the men, not replying, must have been killed 
 or severely hurt. She still paused to hear the return shot* 
 feeling forewarned that Count Trigavou had fired the 
 first, 
 
 But after a minute she ran towards the entrance of the 
 fort. She almost ran against Count Trigavou coming out 
 aud passing her by, though he could have recognised her, for 
 her veil was up. 
 
 Whither was he speeding ? 
 
 She never thought to ask him, for she had spied in the en- 
 closure three men kneeling around one extended on the soil — 
 one of the former she knew to be Dr. Avangour. They were 
 all turned from her and so surrounded Olivier that she could 
 not tell his state ; wounded or dead % she feared the latter, 
 and bewildered, dashed away not to see the dead body of her 
 lover. 
 
 His slayer had not time to go very far. He walked along 
 the cliff edge in order to reach the dizzy path to the beach. 
 Viviana now saw him pause and look seaward, shading his 
 eyes with his hand against the wan sunbeams piercing the 
 storm-clouds. 
 
 The Oullwingh boat was well away, but Alain descried it 
 and began to beckon to it. Lady Houlbecq did not see this, 
 for her crew kept dipping in the oar to hold the boat to the 
 same place. 
 
 " He will yet be seen and she will bear him hence," argued 
 Viviana. " They will peacefully enjoy their guilty bliss ; 
 
The Uninvited Second, 305 
 
 and there will be no punishment on the villain who laid 
 Olivier dead on that blood-smeared sward." 
 
 She darted towards the count, not to grasp him, but to 
 denounce him and curse him. 
 
 In passing her, he thought she was hastening to throw her- 
 self on her sweetheart's breast, and he had not seen her 
 approach, engrossed as he was in calling the boat. At length 
 Flavia had recognised her accomplice, and she bade the oars- 
 men return to the island. 
 
 " Murderer ! " screamed Viviana. 
 
CHAPTER XLII. 
 
 THE LAST EMBRACE 
 
 The count, turning abruptly, lost colour, on seeing himself 
 cornered. Yet he tried to show a bold face, and to shake off his 
 accuser by affecting to sympathise with her in her distress. 
 
 " I am sorry," he said in a grave, contrite voice. " It was 
 not in my power to avoid this fatal encounter — and I am 
 eager to quit this spot where it's my misfortune to wound an 
 old friend mortally." 
 
 " Rather say you are eager to rejoin the woman you beguiled 
 to her ruin," retorted Mdlle. de Bourbriac. " But no, you 
 shall not go. Let her flee if she will, for I wish never to see 
 her ! I shall try to forget her, but it's another matter as re- 
 gards you. I will not allow you to find impunity elsewhere. 
 You belong to justice." 
 
 "You forget that Lieut. Derquy is dying, and that 
 your place is beside him at such a critical moment. Pray let 
 me pass, and haste to him." 
 
 " No ! let her come, the wretch who expects you ! I wish to 
 f.ed her. She knows I am here for she recognised me. Let 
 her land that I may show her the dead body of poor Olivier. 
 'Twas you who slew him, but she guided your arm." 
 
 Maddened with grief, she was no longer the patient maiden 
 but the avenger of guilt. She stood and barred Trigavou's 
 flight, and for a moment he was tempted to end all by hurl- 
 ing her over the cliff. 
 
 From her boat, no longer far from the Bey, Flavia distinctly 
 saw this scene, which she interpreted contrarily to truth. 
 Her first view of her sister on the headland had perplexed 
 
The Last Embrace ' 307 
 
 her. She imagined now that her lover was compacting with 
 Vivette to go with her. She had no idea he had been fight- 
 ing a duel, and she believed they were acting a farce with the 
 design to disgust her into departure. 
 
 Presently she saw them vanish. Count Trigavou, bent on 
 finishing with this drag, had stepped back from the edge and 
 Vivette had followed him close. They were screened by a 
 natural ridge. The baroness conjectured they had taken 
 flight together and wild rage swayed her. 
 
 " What ! Would you be the mate of a murderer 1 " she 
 screamed, as if her sister could hear her. 
 
 She commanded the astonished sailors to leave the shore 
 waters once more. 
 
 "Back to the yacht!" she cried. " Ten thousand francs 
 among the crew if I am in England to-morrow." 
 
 The men needed no further inducement for them to row 
 away for the Gullvnng ; the four pairs of arms made the yawl 
 skim the waves, so it would not be long in reaching the 
 steamer. 
 
 Meanwhile Trigavou had chosen the simplest course ; he 
 took to his heels. The lady had no strength to overtake him, 
 allowing she would pursue. 
 
 And he knew where the path began, shallowly traced on 
 the rocky side, the down way {devale'e), as the old natives 
 term it. So he darted away. Mdlle. de Bourbriac would in 
 most likelihood have started after him, but just then, on the 
 other side of the island, she saw soldiers appear and gun- 
 barrels gleam. This small squad was mounting the stairs 
 opposite Good Help Gate. 
 
 Trigavou saw them as well, and perhaps took them for 
 gendarmes, though in artillerist uniform. He swerved to the 
 right to near the headland, which he skirted to where it 
 bulged out. But there, after a brief stay, he dropped 
 suddenly. 
 
 Had he missed his footing and fallen into the void ? 
 Vivette hastened to bend over the edge, but saw nothing 
 at the first. Then the splash of a body in the water made 
 her start. 
 
308 The Condemned Door 
 
 Trigavou had found the path and leaped down on it, but when 
 twenty feet from the strand the spray- wetted soil gave way 
 abruptly. From that height the fall would have been fatal, 
 but the tide was high and the rocks overhung it. The 
 depth of the sea into which he was plunged deadened the 
 shock, rough enough, however. He came up to the surface 
 stunned, flung his hands about bewildered, till, comiog to his 
 senses, he struck out like a man for the small boat. 
 
 It was already far, and Flavia, in the stern, could not see 
 her lover expending his energy in vainly attempting to 
 overtake it. Against him were wind, currents, and the 
 weight of his garments. The oarsmen, of course seated con- 
 trariwise to the baroness, saw him plainly, but they did not 
 understand much of what was going on upon the island or in 
 the sea where the stranger was struggling desperately with 
 death. They were not sorry, either, to have their share of 
 the round sum promised by the lady passenger and that 
 quieted their consciences. They continued rowing without 
 making any remark, and the space between them and tlio 
 yacht visibly lessened. 
 
 " He is lost ! " muttered Yivette, who had a perfect view 
 of this agony from the bluff. 
 
 She pitied the helpless man now : whom she had pursued 
 to curse she wished to save. She would have lent him a hand 
 if that could be. 
 
 A shriek overcame the thunder of the rollers, a heartrend- 
 ing call that the north wind flung into Vivette's ears, but 
 away from Flavia's. The last of the Trigavous appealed to 
 the woman by her name, for whom he had shot General 
 Houlbecq, and she did not hear it. But he succeeded in 
 touching the heart of one of the seamen. He let the baroness 
 know, who perceived her beloved and instantly ordered a 
 return. 
 
 Now she was sure of him, for she saw Vivette on the brinks 
 At length she comprehended her blunder, and that, instead 
 of betraying her so dear, he had leaped into the sea to escape 
 the younger sister. And the boat that he relied on flnding 
 
The Last Embrace 309 
 
 under the cliff was no longer there to receive him by Flavia's 
 own fatal order, which doomed her darling to an almost 
 certain death. 
 
 " My whole fortune to you if you save him ! " she cried to 
 the sailors, who asked nothing better than to gain the reward 
 for they credited the noble lady with being very rich. 
 
 They soon brought the yawl round towards the Big Bey, 
 and in less than five minutes had regained the distance lost 
 by obeying their passenger. 
 
 Trigavou was still swimming, but almost worn out. He 
 made no progress and he got lower and lower in the water. 
 Waves that he had easily ridden upon at the outset broke 
 over his head . Now and again he went out of sight alto- 
 gether and only came up to go under anew. 
 
 But the boat was hastening on. 
 
 Lady Houlbecq, standing up, encouraged the men with 
 voice and gesture, bending at their oars. One pull more and 
 they would reach the swimmer ; they had to shoot by along- 
 side him so that one man, shipping his oar, could clutch him 
 by the collar. 
 
 " Pull, port ; steady, starboard," said the bow oarsman, 
 making ready for the act. 
 
 The count, to facilitate it, trod water and managed to 
 shoot his shoulders well out. Unfortunately, the baroness 
 leaned forward, which would have capsized a crankier craft, 
 and spoilt the whole ; she did it to seize the count's hand, but 
 it brought that side down, and when the men threw them- 
 selves to the other direction to right the boat, it was out of 
 A Iain's reach, though he tried to catch it. He fell backwards, 
 and as he went down hissed at Flavia : 
 
 " You're the cause of my death, curse you ! " 
 
 But already the men had brought the yawl round and were 
 pulling for the sinking man. This time they managed to 
 touch him even as he went down for the last time. The 
 baroness, kneeling against the gunwale, extended her arms 
 and succeeded in grasping him. But at the contact of the 
 fingers with his head he sprung up with a superhuman effort, 
 
310 The Condemned Door 
 
 clutched her by the neck and dragged her over down into the 
 sea, gasping with his moutli full of water : 
 
 " You have your wish at last. We shall never be parted 
 more." 
 
 Alone, she was so good a swimmer that she might have 
 saved herself, but the clenching fingers of her lover com- 
 pressed her throat. In vain she endeavoured to free herself. 
 He would not loosen his grip and she vanished from view 
 with him. The sea closed over them and the long swell of 
 the great breakers rolled the boat aside. 
 
 The two interclasped bodies settled down in the black 
 profundity. 
 
 " O God ! have mercy on them ! " burst from Vivette, as 
 in awful terror she hid her face in her hands. 
 
 She turned to flee, but a man was in her way whom she 
 had not heard draw near. ' He bowed to her and said : 
 
 '' Something seems wrong, madam ! An hour ago I saw 
 you crossing the dam. I am looking for " 
 
 '' The Count of Trigavou," cried Mdlle. de Bourbriac. 
 " You were his second ! what has befallen his adversary ? — 
 not dead, not dead I " 
 
 ''No doubt you are speaking of the naval lieutenant," 
 asked the new-comer, tranquilly. 
 
 Viviana had never seen him before ; it was Sir Harries 
 Harrison. 
 
 •'Yes, yes— well?" 
 
 "He has a bullet in his chest— a serious wound, but he 
 is still living, and since you are interested in him, I am 
 happy to tell you his medical man in attendance does not 
 despair of pulling him through." 
 
 Mdlle. de Bourbriac was starting, when the baronet 
 detained her, saying : 
 
 "I see you are fond of him, and no doubt he does not 
 expect you here. Have a care, madam ! — a sudden shock 
 may be his death." 
 
 Viviana stopped short, at whatever pain it cost her. 
 
 " The Earl of Trigavou was so cut up by the sad result that 
 
The Last Embrace 311 
 
 he had gone without me. May I inquire if you met him 1 
 My task is over, and I can go back to St. Malo with him." 
 
 The lady pointed to the open sea, but, as he did not under- 
 stand, she added : 
 
 " There he is. God has punished him." 
 
 "Do you mean to say he is drowned?" ejaculated the 
 Englishman. " Bless my soul ! how ? he had no business that 
 way to get to Good Help Gate." 
 
 Suffocated by emotion, the other answered him not. She 
 was looking at the yacht. The boat was being hauled up 
 under its stern, and the vessel headed for the port. The 
 voyage was paid for, but there were no passengers for 
 Ireland. Then Viviana ran to the old fort, determined at 
 any hazard to see Olivier, or to question Dr. Avangour, if her 
 approach was forbidden. 
 
 '' How d'e do, my lord," cried a voice. 
 
 The Englishman looked around. It was Colonel de Sacey, 
 the artillerist, who breakfasted with him at the Franklin 
 Hotel and had excused himself from participating in the 
 duel. Six ganners whom he had brought, stood at a re- 
 spectful distance. Trigavou may have seen this party, and 
 that had spurred him into a fleeter retreat. Sir Harries 
 extended his hand to Lord de Sacey and expressed his 
 pleasure in seeing him again. 
 
 "Who's that lady?" queried the officer, looking after 
 her. 
 
 " M. Derqyu's sister, or a nearer one yet and a dearer one, 
 as the poet says," answered Sir Harries. " I do not know 
 much more than yourself on that head. I met her here and 
 she wanted to know how the duel resulted. I told her, bad 
 for the gentleman she was interested in." 
 
 "The duel, eh ? so they had a fight — whereabouts?" 
 
 " Yonder, behind that wall — an excellent place." 
 
 "There ought to have been a sentry here. Somebody 
 will catch it, for the inspector-general is at hand. He sent me 
 on ahead from the Little Bey. Is this the upshot of the 
 quarrel those gentlemen had at the Franklin ? " 
 
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 " Yes. I stayed, and have been second to Earl Trigavou." 
 "What for?" 
 
 " On account of some woman. I pressed him no further. 
 In such cases a still tongue shows a wise head, don't you 
 know." 
 
 "I do not dispute that. But do you know what this 
 nobleman has done ? You heard the table-talk ? " 
 
 "Rather ; about a trial at St. Brieuc. We all disapproved 
 the chatter." 
 
 "Trigavou had private reasons to shut that up. The 
 juror accused of having assassinated old General Houlbecq 
 was Lord Trigavou himself — the same man whose second you 
 have been." 
 
 The Englishman started, but, quickly recovering, he 
 replied coolly, instead of admitting he was wrong : 
 
 " As long as he is not guilty, what matter how much he 
 was accused of 1 " 
 
 " I do not say he is, but a police officer came to the 
 Franklin with a high court warrant for him." 
 " Whew ! " whistled the baronet. 
 
 " For murder aforethought. He could not find Lord 
 Trigavou, but he took up the hunt for him, and he is bound 
 to run him down." 
 
 "That young lady told me he jumped into the sea, and 
 she gave me to understand he was drowned." 
 
 "A blessed relief for him, and for you. I can hardly 
 believe this. You would have seen him throw himself into 
 the sea, whether to escape or to commit suicide." 
 
 " No ; I was with the wounded man. It seemed to me 
 quite natural that Lord Trigavou should step out of it after 
 the fight, which was fair, I tell you. The two men were to 
 fire at will, advancing. The earl fired first, and brought 
 down the lieutenant. His second, his doctor, and I sprang to 
 him, but Lord Trigavou had no further business there. I 
 thought he was gone to the other end of the island to wait 
 for me. I was looking for him when I met that lady." 
 " I begin to understand matters," muttered Colonel de Sacey. 
 
The Last Einbrace 313 
 
 " What^s your opinion, now ? " 
 
 "That the count got drowned in trying to swim aboard 
 that little craft yonder — a well-known pleasure boat, let out 
 to visitors for long cruises or short ones. It may have been 
 engaged to take him hence to England, Perhaps he took my 
 guard for gendarmes ; with a muddy conscience one does not 
 see clearly. Drowned, eh ? A good riddance ! Had the 
 police secured him he would only have ended his days in a 
 penal settlement." 
 
 This funeral oration displeased Sir Harries, strongly re- 
 gretting his assistance to a criminal, and he took the colonel's 
 advice to leave in the latter's boat before the affair got wind. 
 
 They went to offer transport also to the wounded man. 
 They found him lying down, partly upheld by his friend 
 Allanic. Yiviana, kneeling, pressed one of his hands in 
 both of hers, Dr. Avangour had just extracted a bullet. 
 
 "Lodged in the collar-bone without breaking it," he said. 
 Olivier looked at him questioningly, and he added: "You 
 will be on your legs again in three months, and can marry in 
 another quarter if you like." 
 
EPILOGUE. 
 
 The physician's prediction was only partially realised. 
 Olivier Derquy was convalescent in a fortnight, but he did 
 not marry for six months to come, as Yiviana wished to be 
 out of mourning, and to welcome the innocent into liberty. 
 When Justice blunders she does not willingly own her fault. 
 The warrant had not produced Alain, for he was dead this 
 time beyond doubt. 
 
 The sea had cast upon Paramey beach the corpses of the 
 loving twain. From that tragic end their guilt could be 
 concluded. This assumption required support in Pillemer's 
 confession. This was not easy, as he knew the penalty for 
 perjury. He hoped to get clear by asserting that his master, 
 not present to gainsay him, had dictated his evidence. 
 Finally, he confessed he had not left his farm on the day of 
 the crime, and had not, consequently, seen Calorguen with or 
 without his gun. 
 
 So "no charge" was recorded, and the unfortunate game- 
 keeper was set at liberty ; he and Yvon, freed the same day 
 returned to Trigavou, where Derquy and Vivette awaited 
 them. The old mother still lived and greeted her son. 
 
 Mdlle. de Bourbriac wished her wedding to be in Trigavou 
 church. Dr. Avangour and Justice Miniac gave her away. 
 Olivier Derquy had chosen as his best man his college mate, 
 AUanic, and, after consulting Vivette, Pierre Calorguen also, 
 though but a gamekeeper, who, however, well deserved this 
 public reinstatement. The justice who had ordered the 
 arrest signed the register, to the general delight. Now, 
 Carlorguen is steward of Trigavou. 
 
Epilogue 315 
 
 Pillemer was let off lightly with only five years, but he did 
 not return to Brittany when his time was up. The peasants 
 would have pelted him, and Commander Jug on threatened to 
 horsewhip the hide off him. 
 
 Vivette entered into enjoyment of the general's fortune. 
 Under the law she also inherited her sister's property, but 
 she turned it all over to the poor around Dinan and in it ; 
 she had offered it to Calorguen, but he refused it ; the 
 baroness's money would have burnt his hands. 
 
 Vivette undertook to make Yvon a man and a soldier, and 
 he was sent to a school to be prepared for the military 
 academy. 
 
 After having repaired injustice and rewarded devotion, 
 Madame Derquy had the right to enjoy a happiness dearly 
 purchased. She and her husband went on the Italian tour 
 and wintered in Naploe. They returned in the spring. 
 
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