Balaoo/2/3
CHAPTER III: "THERE ARE MEN WHO BEHAVE WORSE THAN SAVAGES"
What had become of "the masterpiece of French industry?" Obviously, some one had stolen it. But who? And how? No one had remained in the summer dining-room while they were all flinging themselves into ecstasies of horror at Dr. Honorat's impossible story. On the other hand, there was no way into that room except through the bar-room; and nobody had seen anybody. On the other hand, again, the windows looking on the inner yard of the inn had remained closed. "On the other hand, once more, you can't carry off an Empress of Russia's gown as you would a pocket-handkerchief.
The mystery surrounding the incident was so profound that nobody doubted that "there were Vautrins at the bottom of it." It resembled too closely a number of other indoor disappearances which had never been explained and which had always been put down to the Three Brothers. No one now doubted that Élie, Siméon and Hubert were back and that they had performed the miracle of escaping from the executioner's knife with the one and only object of rushing to Saint-Martin-des-Bois and stealing the Empress' gown. And, if M. Jules, the mayor, who had always had a sneaking kindness for those scamps, because of the relations which they kept up with the elected representatives of the nation, if M. Jules still hesitated to yield before the evidence, his hesitation did not last long. For there came a fresh knock at the door of the Black Sun; and the person who knocked seemed in as great a hurry to obtain admission as Dr. Honorat himself had been. An awful silence at once reigned inside the inn, for all were wondering if they were about to hear the voices of the Three Brothers. But no, it was the trembling voice of an old lady entreating to be let in; and everybody recognized Mme. Godefroy, the Saint-Martin postmistress.
"An official telegram! An official telegram for monsieur le maire! Open the door, M. Roubion, it's very urgent. O Jesus, Mary, Joseph!"
Mme. Godefroy's terror must have exceeded all bounds for that respectable functionary to neglect the last counsels of prudence and to dare invoke the saints of the Roman and Catholic paradise within two steps of her lord and mayor, who had distinguished himself by his stalwart paganism at the time of the separation of Church and State.
"Monsieur le maire is here, Mme. Godefroy," Roubion shouted, through the door."
"I know that," replied the other. "Let me in."
The mayor, greatly perturbed, said:
"An official telegram? Push it under the door, Mme. Godefroy."
"Never will I push an official telegram under the door!" declared the unhappy woman. "I must deliver it into monsieur le maire's own hands. . . ."
"Let her in," said M. Jules, heroically.
The door was half-opened and Mme. Godefroy appeared.
She wore the same mortal pallor, the same wild, staring eyes that had marked the entrance of Dr. Honorat. A yellow paper shook between her fingers. Monsieur le maire took it from her and read the contents of the official telegram aloud:
"Prefect Puy-de-Dôme to Mayor Saint-Martin-Des-Bois.
"Three brothers Vautrin escaped to-day from Riom gaol; take necessary steps."
The mayor, who had no armed forces at his disposal, beyond his beadle and his town-crier Daddy Drum, flung a lifeless, circular glance at those around him. The poor people seemed to have lost the power of breathing. M. and Mme. Sagnier and M. and Mme. Valentin held each other clasped in a tight embrace, forming two couples similar to those in the pictures representing the early Christian families thrown to the lions. Dr. Honorat, in his chair, gave not a sign of life. The band of little old needlewomen clustered round buxom Mme. Roubion; who, with her two hands laid flat on her enormous breast, made a vain effort to control the beating of her heart. And the terror was so great that Mme. Toussaint herself, who was supported by Mme. Boche, who was supported by Mme. Mûre, who kept a tight hold on Mlle. Franchet's hand, Mme. Toussaint herself had ceased her lamentations on the disappearance of the Empress of Russia's dress.
Monsieur le maire read the official telegram for the fifth time, without deriving from it the inspiration that would have saved him at this difficult moment. For everybody was relying on him. He kept on repeating:
"Take necessary steps. . . take necessary steps. . . he's a nice one, the prefect! . . . What necessary steps would he have me take? It's for him to take the necessary steps. . . . He ought to have sent us some gendarmes by now. . . . He must have known that 'they' would come back here. . . ."
Three loud bangs on the bar-room door. . . . Everybody gave a fresh jump. And a voice in the street said:
"Quick, quick! Let me in! . . . It's I, Clarice. Open the door, in Heaven's name!"
"Camus' clerk! We ought to put out those lights. We shall have them all coming here," cried Roubion.
But the other kept thumping at the door for all he was worth:
"Let me in! Let me in! . . ."
They opened the door, but swore that this was the last that they would admit. He was even more scared than the others; and he had every reason to be. He had not seen the Three Brothers, but he had bumped up against M. de Meyrentin's body hanging on a tree on the Riom Road. Oh, how they all screamed! The Vautrins were beginning their revenge! Lord, what would happen next?
The cries were followed by general consternation, by mute despair; and then this assumed yet a fresh shape as was to be expected. While monsieur le maire was reflecting upon the melancholy of the situation, without being able to come to the slightest decision, he suddenly saw a furious spectre brandishing its fists in his face. It was Dr. Honorat, shouting at him: "This is all your fault!"
It needed nothing more to inspire the rest with courage.
The notary and the chemist attacked the mayor at once; of course, it was his fault! But for him, none of this would have happened! But for him, those ruffians would long since have relieved the country of their presence! But they had found a mayor to encourage them, to reward them! Every time they committed a misdeed, a crime, the mayor gave them money! And that, no doubt, was how they had escaped, by bribing their warders with the gold of the municipality and the elections!
The wretched mayor could not get a word in edgewise. Everybody was now shouting:
"You have made yourself their accomplice, their accomplice!"
Dr. Honorat, with his eyes starting from his head, let fly the word:
"Murderer!"
And they made so great a noise that they did not hear some one rapping, this time at the gate of the yard, with the heavy knocker.
Mme. Boche it was who went and listened in the passage. She returned, waving her arms, while her legs gave way beneath her:
"Hark! Hark!"
All were silent; and, as the knocking had also ceased, everyone heard a rough voice in the distance calling monsieur le maire.
This time, there was no mistake about it: Hubert, the eldest of the three Vautrins, was outside! They knew his voice; and, as he was the most dreadful of the three, there was a general rush to the darkest corner of the bar-room. The women began to squeal like cats that were being skinned alive. But monsieur le maire, whom madame was holding back by the skirts of his jacket, broke away from the trembling band and said to the innkeeper:
"Come, Roubion, we must find out what they want. You've never had any bother with the Vautrins; have you?"
"Never! Never!" proclaimed Roubion, hurriedly, with obvious satisfaction. "No, no, there's never been anything between us."
"I won't have you go, for all that," whined Mme. Roubion.
"Then I shall have to go alone," said the mayor, laughing.
At that moment, the knocking at the gate started afresh.
Roubion pulled himself together:
"Monsieur le maire is right," he said to his wife. "They can't mean harm to people who have never done them any. I never refused them a glass of wine when they came here. What do you imagine they could do to us? Perhaps they want a drink. . . ."
"You're not going to let them in?" sobbed Mme. Valentin.
"No," said the mayor, "but we can talk to them."
"I'll open the spy-hole in the gate and we shall soon see what's up," said Roubion.
"It's quite true, I've never failed them. I've always treated them well. Why should they wish us harm?" argued Mme. Roubion. "If they're thirsty, we can always hand them a bottle through the spy-hole. So let's all go together."
"That's it," said the mayor. "We'll all go together." Nevertheless, none except the mayor and Roubion, followed by their wives, left the bar-room and ventured under the archway of the yard. And even then Mme. Jules and Mme. Roubion remained at the entrance to the archway. As for the others in the bar-room, they did not make a movement. The women had ceased squealing. There was not a sound heard but their heavy breathing.
The mayor and Roubion were away for at least five minutes, which seemed an eternity. They returned at last, still accompanied by their wives. When they entered the bar-room, the others saw, by their awe-struck faces, that they had no good news to tell. Dr. Honorat, the chemist and the notary kept their eyes fixed on monsieur le maire, waiting for him to speak. And no prisoner in the condemned cell, watching the magistrate who comes, at break of day, to tell him that his petition for mercy has been rejected, ever felt greater terror in his heart.
"But at least tell us what it is," said Mme. Sagnier, with chattering teeth.
"Well, it's like this," said the mayor, mopping his forehead with his handkerchief.
"I saw Hubert through the spy-hole. He wants us to hand Dr. Honorat over to him."
The doctor, on hearing these words, gave a great jump in his chair; and there was a long pause, at the end of which monsieur le maire said:
"I did my duty; I refused."
"Quite right!" said M. Sagnier, who had meanwhile recovered his voice. "Quite right! We are armed. We will defend ourselves here to the death and until the arrival of the gendarmes, who can't be very far off."
"M. Sagnier is right," said M. Valentin, of the pale face. "The ruffians are asking for the doctor because they know that he's here; and, presently, when they know that we are here too, they will ask for us as well, What do they take us for? We won't allow ourselves to be killed like sheep!"
Mme. Sagnier and Mme. Valentin said nothing, but began to glare angrily at Dr. Honorat, who had not spoken a word and who, according to them, should have given himself up at once, to save the rest.
Mme. Godefroy vanquished the tyranny of her nerves, which condemned her to a trembling silence, and asked:
"What answer did he make?"
"He said," replied the mayor, "that he would go and consult his brothers; and he went away."
"Did you think of telling him," asked M. Sagnier, "that they were running the greatest danger by remaining here, that the gendarmes were on their way and that they'd do better to, clear out to some other part of the country?"
"I said all that," the mayor declared, stiffly, "but he told me to mind my own business."
"He has gone away," said Mme. Roubion. "Perhaps they will not come back. Perhaps all of you had better go home."
But one and all protested. They were quite agreed not to leave the inn before daylight and especially before the arrival of the gendarmes who were sure to be sent to Saint- Martin-des- Bois.
"Hark! They haven't gone far!" said Mme. Boche.
The knocking was renewed. The mayor once more drew himself up, like a hero marching to his death, and, with not a sign of weakness, stepped towards the archway. M. Roubion wanted to go with him again; but, this time, Mme. Roubion curtly ordered her husband to stay with her:
"Don't you go mixing yourself up in other people's affairs!" she said.
M. Roubion did not care to dispute the matter and acquiesced.
Mme. Jules sighed out her husband's name and took three steps in his wake:
"What a business!" she moaned. "What a shocking business! It's hard indeed to be mayor under such conditions." And, gazing severely at the down-hearted band, "Monsieur le maire is the only brave man here," she said. The brave man returned. This time, he was almost as pale as the others. They awaited the decree. He spoke:
"Hubert says that he has consulted his brothers," he intimated, in a flat and shaky voice. "They are all three agreed to murder everybody here, if we don't give Dr. Honorat up to them. I replied that we were armed, that we would defend ourselves and that we would not give up Dr. Honorat."
Hereupon the pack of sempstresses began yelping: they had never had any differences with the Three Brothers; and, if the Three Brothers knew that they were there, they would certainly let them go without hurting them! . . . There was no need for them to stay in the inn! Who knew what might happen? . . . As the Three Brothers only wanted Dr. Honorat, the needlewomen ran no risk in going home. They wanted to go home. "The doors shall not be opened without my orders," said the mayor. "Besides, you would never get out. Hubert, Élie, Siméon and little Zoé are watching every exit. Hubert told me again and again that they would murder anyone who tried to leave. And they know quite well that you are here."
"And what about us? Do they know that we are here?" asked the chemist and the notary.
"Yes, they do."
"And. . . and. . . and did they say nothing . . . about us?"
"No."
"It's only Dr. Honorat they're after, that's quite clear!" said Mme. Sagnier, with a fierce glance at the unfortunate man.
"Yes, yes," repeated the notary and the chemist, between their teeth, "it's only Dr. Honorat they're after."
"But what do they mean to do?" asked Mme. Roubion, who began to cry like a little girl.
Her example was immediately followed by Mme. Boche and Mme. Toussaint, while Mme. Mûre and Mlle. Franchet still retained a particle of dignity and became reconciled in the moment of misfortune after an estrangement that had lasted for five years:
"There, Mlle. Franchet, there, they won't hurt us!"
"We needn't fear, my dear Mme. Mûre. They would be ashamed to!"
"You ask me what they mean to do: upon my word, I don't know!" confessed the mayor, with a submission to the inevitable that was not without dignity. "Perhaps they merely wanted to frighten us. . . . I hope so, but one can never be sure of anything with those fellows!"
Just then, a great commotion was heard in the street, accompanied by shouting and swearing. It was as though they were dragging a lorry to the door of the Black Sun. Those inside could distinctly hear the sound of shutters clapping against the walls of the houses opposite and Siméon's loud voice ringing through the echoing night:
"Hi, you, up there! Hide your ugly mugs, or I'll pepper them with lead."
The threat was no sooner uttered than it was followed by the report of a gun which woke up the whole village.
The needlewomen fell on their knees. Mme. Mûre and Mlle. Franchet, who were regular church-goers, began a Hail Mary. The sounds from outside bore evidence that the whole of the Rue Neuve was in an uproar; but the windows half-opened by the terror-stricken onlookers must have been closed again at once, for the threats of the Three Brothers had ceased. Nothing was now heard but the movement of their heavy shoes over the cobbles of the road and up and down the pavement. What were they doing? That was what all the people inside the inn were wondering. All were sweating with anguish and trembling with despair. However, the notary and the chemist, assisted by he mayor, the Roubions and some of the women, had made a last heroic effort and pushed the billiard-table against the door leading to the archway, through which they dreaded to see the ill-favoured features of one of the Vautrins appear at any moment. They worked thus for the general safety without making any demands upon Dr. Honorat, who had lost the last shred of resemblance to anything human and who sat huddled in a chair, in a corner, like a lifeless thing. All of them gave him a malevolent look as they passed and controlled themselves so as not to load him with insults. The chemist's wife, who was braver than the others, because of her adventure in the cavalry, manifested the general feeling towards the wretched doctor by spitting on the floor in his direction. Mme. Jules had caught the contagion of Mme. Roubion's tears. The sobbing of these two, combined with the mumbled prayers of the others, ended by irritating the mayor, who was pricking up his ears to try and discover what was happening in the street. Taking the name of the Lord in vain, he swore at them to stop; and, having thus restored silence, he put a chair on a table and scrambled up to peep through the fanlight above the window-shutters. From here, he was able to look into the street. What he saw, by the flickering flame of the lamp that was supposed to light that corner of Saint-Martin-des-Bois, seemed to fill him with fresh terror, for he was unable to control an excla mation which increased the excitement of the besieged.
He disregarded their requests for explanations and sprang from the chair to the table and thence to the floor with the nimbleness and agility of a youth of twenty:
"Oh no!" he cried. "We can't have that!"
"What? What?"
"We can't have that! We can't have that! Let me be, all of you, and hold your tongues!" This with a terrible oath. "No, we can't have that! . . . Keep quiet, keep quiet, will you? I must go and talk to them."
And, pushing aside the woebegone wretches who pressed round him, he leant against the bar-room door that opened on the Rue Neuve and glued his ear to it, after giving three great thumps on the shutter with his clenched fist:
"Hullo, you, out there!" he shouted. "What are you doing?"
The noise outside ceased as had that indoors.
The mayor resumed his position and called the Three Brothers by their names.
Then some one was heard approaching the shutter from the street.
"Who's there?" asked the mayor.
"It's Hubert," said a voice.
"I'm the mayor speaking."
"What can I do for you, M. Jules?"
"What are you doing out there, in the street and at the corner of the square?"
"We're putting down some straw, Mr. Mayor, some nice, dry straw, which looked like spoiling in the Delarbres' loft."
"What for?"
"To send you to blazes, Mr. Mayor, since you refuse to hand over that old Honorat."
At the announcement of this fresh and imminent catastrophe, the cries were renewed in the bar-room of the inn. A fierce gesture of the mayor's demanded silence.
"You wouldn't do that, Hubert. You wouldn't do a thing like that. . . . Oh, he's not answering! Shut up, all of you, can't you! . . . Hubert! . . . Hubert! . . ."
"What is it, Mr. Mayor?"
"You surely won't do that?"
"Oh, won't I just! Here, Zoé, give me the matches. . . ."
Fresh cries, fresh roars in the bar-room.
"Hold, your blasted tongues, will you? . . . Hubert! . . . Hubert! . . . You can't do that. . . . There are women in here, women and girls! . . ."
The last word referred to Mlle. Franchet, who would never see fifty-five again. But Hubert's tremendous voice now filled the whole street. Men have since said that it was heard from one end of the village to the other.
"We don't care a hang about the women. It's Dr. Honorat we want. . . ."
Then, pushing his mouth against the door, he sent a hideous threat through the key-hole:
"You shall all go through the mill — the notary and the chemist and the notary's wife and the chemist's wife — if you don't hand Dr. Honorat out to us. . . . Give us Honorat and all will be forgiven and forgotten. . . ."
This time, the ruffian was so near that there was no mistaking what he said. It seemed to Sagnier and Valentin as though his voice were drilling the words of temptation into their ears. At the same moment, a great flame lit up the fan-light; fear and cowardice began to do their work; and the two men made a rush for the limp rag of a doctor huddled in his corner. And they had no difficulty in dragging with them the women, who were already raving at the thought of being burnt alive.
But great was the assailants' amazement at finding themselves confronted by a victim who defended himself tooth and nail! The doctor had not understood at first; but, feeling the hands that clutched him and hearing the mouths that roared, "Out of this! Out of this!" he had no doubt left of the fate that awaited him. And he recovered his strength in the presence of death. It was a merciless battle. The notary, the chemist, the women no longer even thought of turning him out. Instinctively, they revenged themselves on his person for their own cowardice, treating him as a coward because he had not the pluck to save them all at the cost of his own skin. In the rear of this onslaught, the front of the inn began to blaze. The wood crackled and the whole house was lit up through the fan-lights.
Outside, there were more cries, gun-shots; and suddenly came the mournful sound of the alarm-bell tolling over the village and across the fields, proclaiming the disaster, summoning help. The fierce and callous voices of the Three Brothers and the shrill voice of little Zoé rose above all the other noises. With the aid of a thick plank, which they used as a battering-ram, the Vautrins were now trying to drive in the bar-room door, while the Black Sun was already wreathed in clouds of smoke.
The women at last let go of the doctor, who, covered with blood, with his clothes torn from his back, crawled under the billiard-table. Followed by the men, they rushed into the yard. There was no way out of the yard save through the great gate under the archway. And this road was closed to them.
Roubion did nothing but shout:
"Why don't the fire-brigade come? . . . They're burning down my house! . . . My house is on fire! . . . Why don't the firemen come?" forgetting, for the moment, that he himself was the captain of the fire brigade and that the engine was locked up in his own shed.
The three inn-servants, in their night-attire, were asking for explanations in tragic sentences, accompanied by murderous threats. Not realizing what was taking place, they had attempted to escape by the Rue aux Navets, where they were shot at the moment they put their noses outside. They had only just time to slam and barricade the door. They had recognized the Vautrins' voices; and fear now sent them tearing around like squirrels in a cage.
The whole troop once more gathered round the mayor and called upon him to get them out of their plight without delay. And they might all have flung themselves upon him, as they had upon the doctor, if the glow in the sky, which lighted up the whole of the inn-yard, had not suddenly faded, as though it had been blown out. The noises outside had ceased. The alarm-bell stopped ringing. The terrible battering against the bar-room door was heard no longer. This instantaneous calm, the dark and peaceful night surprised everybody. They stood for some time without speaking, without shouting, not knowing what to think. At last, the mayor's voice was heard saying; "They have burnt a few trusses of straw to frighten us and they have gone away. . . ."
Mme. Roubion thought and said:
"Perhaps the gendarmes have come. . . ."
M. Roubion, following up his idea of getting rid of the whole crew, the primary cause of the tragedy, made a suggestion:
"There may be a way for all of us to get to the town-hall. We should be safe there. Come up with me to the hay-loft."
They followed him, scrambling up a wooden staircase, with a greasy rope for a rail.
"Mind and don't strike any matches!"
They were in utter darkness, groping and feeling for one another, stumbling at every step. At last, the hatch for hoisting the fodder was cautiously opened by Roubion; and a slice of the outer dusk, less black than that of the loft, stood out against the dense gloom inside. They had forgotten Dr. Honorat. No one knew what had become of him and nobody worried.
Roubion leant out of the hatch. He looked down at the lane that separated the inn from the town-hall, which was shrouded in darkness and gave no sign of life. Roubion — who saw nothing at all — said, in a low voice:
"I see the schoolmaster! He's making signs that we can get down this way. Who'll go first? The Vautrins will never imagine that we can get out here. And they will still be watching at the doors when we are far away."
"That's not a bad idea," said the mayor.
"Well, set them the example," said Roubion. "There's a rope and pulley: that's all you want."
The mayor declared that it was his duty to be the last to leave, like a captain on board his ship. But they explained to him that it was "not the same thing." In fact, it was "just the contrary." The first to leave was the first to take a risk. If he saved himself, then everybody was saved. He decided to venture, after fondly embracing Mme. Jules; and this was the road by which they all left the inn, men and women alike sliding down a rope. It formed the staple subject of conversation in the village for many a long day. Mme. Mûre had not practised this form of exercise for over sixty years; and I fear that it will leave her with a rick in her back for the rest of her life. To this day, when she speaks of it, she says, thinking of the Vautrins:
"There are men who behave worse than savages." M. Roubion was the last to let himself down.
When the little band were all below, the mayor said: "And now to thw town-hall, all of you!"
"Don't make a noise," Mme. Jules advised them.
But nobody dreamt of making a noise. They tried to get in by the back of the building, but they shouted to the schoolmaster in vain.
"He must have gone back to bed again," thought M. Roubion, aloud.
They decided to go round and reach the municipal sanctuary through the square, unless they should see anything to arouse their suspicions on the road.
A silence quite as impressive as the recent uproar weighed heavily on the village; and they pressed against one another, holding their breaths and walking on tiptoe. And even now no one troubled to think what could have become of Dr. Honorat.
As they were about to enter the square, gliding along the walls and keeping in the shadow, suddenly, as though with one accord, they stopped. Not a cry did they utter, not a movement did they make, nothing that might betray them. What they saw in the, circle of light cast by the lamp at the corner of the Rue Neuve had struck them dumb and powerless, as though by lightning. Élie and Siméon passed, dragging after them Dr. Honorat, with a gag in his mouth and his hands tied together. Behind them walked Hubert and little Zoé. Hubert carried a gun on his shoulder. Little Zoé carried two.