which seemed so much more dreadful in the
silence and gloom--and withal so much less preposterous than it might
have seemed in the daylight. "There you certainly wrong her! For
shame! M. de Pavannes."
He came a step nearer, and laying a hand on my sleeve peered into my
face. "Did you see a priest with her?" he asked slowly. "A man
called the Coadjutor--a down-looking dog?"
I said--with a shiver of dread, a sudden revulsion of feeling, born of
his manner--that I had. And I explained the part the priest had taken.
"Then," Pavannes rejoined, "I am right There IS a trap laid for me.
The Abbess of the Ursulines! She abduct my wife? Why, she is her
dearest friend, believe me. It is impossible. She would be more
likely to save her from danger than to--umph! wait a minute." I did:
I waited, dreading what he might discover, until he muttered, checking
himself--"Can that be it? Can it be that the Abbess did know of some
danger threatening us, and would have put Madeleine in a safe retreat?
I wonder!"
And I wondered; and then--well, thoughts are like gunpowder. The least
spark will fire a train. His words were few, but they formed spark
enough to raise such a flare in my brain as for a moment blinded me,
and shook me so that I trembled. The shock over, I was left face to
face with a possibility of wickedness such as I could never have
suspected of myself. I remembered Mirepoix's distress and the priest's
eagerness. I re-called the gruff warning Bezers--even Bezers, and
there was something very odd in Bezers giving a warning!--had given
Madame de Pavannes when he told her that she would be better where she
was. I thought of the wakefulness which I had marked in the streets,
the silent hurrying to and fro, the signs of coming strife, and
contrasted these with the quietude and seeming safety of Mirepoix's
house; and I hastily asked Pavannes at what time he had been arrested.
"About an hour before midnight," he answered.
"Then you know nothing of what is happening?" I replied quickly. "Why,
even while we are loitering here--but listen!"
And with all speed, stammering indeed in my haste and anxiety, I told
him what I had noticed in the streets, and the hints I had heard, and I
showed him the badges with which Madame had furnished me.
His manner when he had heard me out frightened me still more. He drew
me on in a kind of fury to a house in the windows of which some lighted
candles had appeared not
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