按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
〃e immediately； I am in absolute need of thee。
The person who will deliver this note to thee is instructed to conduct thee to me。 I am waiting for thee。
e with confidence。〃
M。 Leblanc had written the whole of this。
Thenardier resumed：
〃Ah！ erase ‘e with confidence'； that might lead her to suppose that everything was not as it should be； and that distrust is possible。〃
M。 Leblanc erased the three words。
〃Now；〃 pursued Thenardier； 〃sign it。
What's your name？〃
The prisoner laid down the pen and demanded：
〃For whom is this letter？〃
〃You know well；〃 retorted Thenardier； 〃for the little one I just told you so。〃
It was evident that Thenardier avoided naming the young girl in question。
He said 〃the Lark；〃 he said 〃the little one；〃 but he did not pronounce her namethe precaution of a clever man guarding his secret from his acplices。
To mention the name was to deliver the whole 〃affair〃 into their hands； and to tell them more about it than there was any need of their knowing。
He went on：
〃Sign。
What is your name？〃
〃Urbain Fabre；〃 said the prisoner。
Thenardier； with the movement of a cat； dashed his hand into his pocket and drew out the handkerchief which had been seized on M。 Leblanc。 He looked for the mark on it； and held it close to the candle。
〃U。 F。 That's it。
Urbain Fabre。
Well； sign it U。 F。〃
The prisoner signed。
〃As two hands are required to fold the letter； give it to me； I will fold it。〃
That done； Thenardier resumed：
〃Address it； ‘Mademoiselle Fabre；' at your house。
I know that you live a long distance from here； near Saint…Jacquesdu…Haut…Pas； because you go to mass there every day； but I don't know in what street。 I see that you understand your situation。
As you have not lied about your name； you will not lie about your address。
Write it yourself。〃
The prisoner paused thoughtfully for a moment； then he took the pen and wrote：
〃Mademoiselle Fabre； at M。 Urbain Fabre's； Rue Saint…Dominique…D'Enfer； No。 17。〃
Thenardier seized the letter with a sort of feverish convulsion。
〃Wife！〃 he cried。
The Thenardier woman hastened to him。
〃Here's the letter。
You know what you have to do。
There is a carriage at the door。
Set out at once； and return ditto。〃
And addressing the man with the meat…axe：
〃Since you have taken off your nose…screen； acpany the mistress。 You will get up behind the fiacre。
You know where you left the team？〃
〃Yes；〃 said the man。
And depositing his axe in a corner； he followed Madame Thenardier。
As they set off； Thenardier thrust his head through the half…open door； and shouted into the corridor：
〃Above all things； don't lose the letter！ remember that you carry two hundred thousand francs with you！〃
The Thenardier's hoarse voice replied：
〃Be easy。
I have it in my bosom。〃
A minute had not elapsed； when the sound of the cracking of a whip was heard； which rapidly retreated and died away。
〃Good！〃 growled Thenardier。
〃They're going at a fine pace。 At such a gallop； the bourgeoise will be back inside three…quarters of an hour。〃
He drew a chair close to the fireplace； folding his arms； and presenting his muddy boots to the brazier。
〃My feet are cold！〃 said he。
Only five ruffians now remained in the den with Thenardier and the prisoner。
These men； through the black masks or paste which covered their faces； and made of them； at fear's pleasure； charcoal…burners； negroes； or demons； had a stupid and gloomy air； and it could be felt that they perpetrated a crime like a bit of work； tranquilly； without either wrath or mercy； with a sort of ennui。
They were crowded together in one corner like brutes； and remained silent。
Thenardier warmed his feet。
The prisoner had relapsed into his taciturnity。
A sombre calm had succeeded to the wild uproar which had filled the garret but a few moments before。
The candle； on which a large 〃stranger〃 had formed； cast but a dim light in the immense hovel； the brazier had grown dull； and all those monstrous heads cast misshapen shadows on the walls and ceiling。
No sound was audible except the quiet breathing of the old drunken man； who was fast asleep。
Marius waited in a state of anxiety that was augmented by every trifle。 The enigma was more impenetrable than ever。
Who was this 〃little one〃 whom Thenardier had called the Lark？ Was she his 〃Ursule〃？ The prisoner had not seemed to be affected by that word； 〃the Lark；〃 and had replied in the most natural manner in the world：
〃I do not know what you mean。〃
On the other hand； the two letters U。 F。 were explained； they meant Urbain Fabre； and Ursule was no longer named Ursule。
This was what Marius perceived most clearly of all。
A sort of horrible fascination held him nailed to his post； from which he was observing and manding this whole scene。 There he stood； almost incapable of movement or reflection； as though annihilated by the abominable things viewed at such close quarters。 He waited； in the hope of some incident； no matter of what nature； since he could not collect his thoughts and did not know upon what course to decide。
〃In any case；〃 he said； 〃if she is the Lark； I shall see her； for the Thenardier woman is to bring her hither。
That will be the end； and then I will give my life and my blood if necessary； but I will deliver her！
Nothing shall stop me。〃
Nearly half an hour passed in this manner。
Thenardier seemed to be absorbed in gloomy reflections； the prisoner did not stir。 Still； Marius fancied that at intervals； and for the last few moments； he had heard a faint； dull noise in the direction of the prisoner。
All at once； Thenardier addressed the prisoner：
〃By the way； Monsieur Fabre； I might as well say it to you at once。〃
These few words appeared to be the beginning of an explanation。 Marius strained his ears。
〃My wife will be back shortly； don't get impatient。
I think that the Lark really is your daughter； and it seems to me quite natural that you should keep her。
Only； listen to me a bit。
My wife will go and hunt her up with your letter。
I told my wife to dress herself in the way she did； so that your young lady might make no difficulty about following her。
They will both enter the carriage with my rade behind。
Somewhere； outside the barrier； there is a trap harnessed to two very good horses。
Your young lady will be taken to it。 She will alight from the fiacre。
My rade will enter the other vehicle with her； and my wife will e back here to tell us： ‘It's done。'
As for the young lady； no harm will be done to her； the trap will conduct her to a place where she will be quiet； and just as soon as you have handed over to me those little two hundred thousand francs； she will be returned to you。
If you have me arrested； my rade will give a turn of his thumb to the Lark； that's all。〃
The prisoner uttered not a syllable。
After a pause； Thenardier continued：
〃It's very simple； as you see。
There'll be no harm done unless you wish that there should be harm done。
I'm telling you how things stand。 I warn you so that you may be prepared。〃
He paused：
the prisoner did not break the silence； and Thenardier resumed：
〃As soon as my wife returns and says to me：
‘The Lark is on the way；' we will release you； and you will be free to go and sleep at home。 You see that our intentions are not evil。〃
Terrible images passed through Marius' mind。
What！
That young girl whom they were abducting was not to be brought back？ One of those monsters was to bear her off into the darkness？ Whither？
And what if it were she！
It was clear that it was she。
Marius felt his heart stop beating。
What was he to do？
Discharge the pistol？
Place all those scoundrels in the hands of justice？
But the horrible man with the meat…axe would； none the less； be out of reach with the young girl； and Marius reflected on Thenardier's words； of which he perceived the bloody significance：
〃If you have me arrested； my rade will give a turn of his thumb to the Lark。〃
Now； it was not alone by the colonel's testament； it was by his own love； it was by the peril of the one he loved； that he felt himself restrained。
This frightful situation； which had already lasted above half an hour； was changing its aspect every moment。
Marius had sufficient strength of mind to review in succession all the most heart…breaking conjectures； seeking hope and finding none。
The tumult of his thoughts contrasted with the funereal silence of the den。
In the midst of this silence； the door at the bottom of the staircase was heard to open and shut again。
The prisoner made a movement in his bonds。
〃Here's the bourgeoise；〃 said Thenardier。
He had hardly uttered the words； when the Thenardier woman did in fact rush hastily into the room； red； panting； breathless； with flaming eyes； and cried； as she smote her huge hands on her thighs simultaneously：
〃False address！〃
The ruffian who had gone with her made his appearance behind her and picked up his axe again。
She resumed：
〃Nobody there！
Rue Saint…Dominique； No。 17； no Monsieur Urbain Fabre！ They know not what it means！〃
She paused； choking； then went on：
〃Monsieur Thenardier！
That old fellow has duped you！
You are too good； you see！
If it had been me； I'd have chopped the beast in four quarters to begin with！
And if he had acted ugly； I'd have boiled him alive！
He would have been obliged to speak； and say where the girl is； and where he keeps his shiners！
That's the way I should have managed matters！
People are perfectly right when they say that men are a deal stupider than women！
Nobody at No。 17。 It's nothing but a big carriage gate！
No Monsieur Fabre in the Rue Saint…Dominique！ And after all that racing and fee to the coachman and all！
I spoke to both the porter and the portress； a fine； stout woman； and they know nothing about him！〃
Marius breathed freely once more。
She； Ursule or the Lark； he no longer knew what to call her； was safe。
While his exasperated wife vociferated； Thenardier had seated himself on the table。
For several minutes he uttered not a word； but swung his right foot； which hung down； and stared at the brazier with an air of savage revery。
Finally； he said to the prisoner； with a slow and singularly ferocious tone：
〃A false address？
What did you expect to gain by that？〃
〃To gain time！〃 cried the prisoner in a thundering voice； and at the same instant he shook off his bonds； they were cut。 The prisoner was only attached to the bed now by one leg。
Before the seven men had time to collect their senses and dash forward； he had bent down into the fireplace； had stretched out his hand to the brazier； and had then straightened himself up again； and now Thenardier； the female Thenardier； and the ruffians； huddled in amazement at the extremity of the hovel； stared at him in stupefaction； as almost free and in a formidable attitude； he brandished above his head the red…hot chisel； which emitted a threatening glow。
The judicial examination to which the ambush in the Gorbeau house eventually gave rise； established the fact that a large sou piece； cut and worked in a peculiar fashion； was found in the garret； when the police made their descent on it。
This sou piece was one of those marvels of industry； which are engendered by the patience of the galleys in the shadows and for the shadows； marvels which are nothing else than instruments of escape。 These hideous and delicate products of wonderful art are to jewellers' work what the metaphors of slang are to poetry。
There are Benvenuto Cellinis in the galleys； just as there are Villons in language。 The unhappy wretch who aspires to deliverance finds means sometimes without tools； sometimes with a mon wooden…handled knife； to saw a sou into two thin plates； to hollow out these plates without affecting the coinage stamp； and to make a furrow on the edge