"I'm dying, I'm dying!" cried the victim, "and you won't get my money."In spite of these agonizing cries, Pille-Miche saw that the fire did not yet scorch the skin; he drew the sticks cleverly together so as to make a slight flame.On this d'Orgemont called out in a quavering voice: "My friends, unbind me! How much do you want? A hundred crowns --a thousand crowns--ten thousand crowns--a hundred thousand crowns--Ioffer you two hundred thousand crowns!"
The voice became so lamentable that Mademoiselle de Verneuil forgot her own danger and uttered an exclamation.
"Who spoke?" asked Marche-a-Terre.
The Chouans looked about them with terrified eyes.These men, so brave in fight, were unable to face a ghost.Pille-Miche alone continued to listen to the promises which the flames were now extracting from his victim.
"Five hundred thousand crowns--yes, I'll give them," cried the victim.
"Well, where are they?" answered Pille-Miche, tranquilly.
"Under the first apple-tree--Holy Virgin! at the bottom of the garden to the left--you are brigands--thieves! Ah! I'm dying--there's ten thousand francs--""Francs! we don't want francs," said Marche-a-Terre; "those Republican coins have pagan figures which oughtn't to pass.""They are not francs, they are good louis d'or.But oh! undo me, unbind me! I've told you where my life is--my money."The four Chouans looked at each other as if thinking which of their number they could trust sufficiently to disinter the money.
The cannibal cruelty of the scene so horrified Mademoiselle de Verneuil that she could bear it no longer.Though doubtful whether the role of ghost, which her pale face and the Chouan superstitions evidently assigned to her, would carry her safely through the danger, she called out, courageously, "Do you not fear God's anger? Unbind him, brutes!"The Chouans raised their heads and saw in the air above them two eyes which shone like stars, and they fled, terrified.Mademoiselle de Verneuil sprang into the kitchen, ran to d'Orgemont, and pulled him so violently from the crane that the thong broke.Then with the blade of her dagger she cut the cords which bound him.When the miser was free and on his feet, the first expression of his face was a painful but sardonic grin.
"Apple-tree! yes, go to the apple-tree, you brigands," he said."Ho, ho! this is the second time I've fooled them.They won't get a third chance at me."So saying, he caught Mademoiselle de Verneuil's hand, drew her under the mantel-shelf to the back of the hearth in a way to avoid disturbing the fire, which covered only a small part of it; then he touched a spring; the iron back was lifted, and when their enemies returned to the kitchen the heavy door of the hiding-place had already fallen noiselessly.Mademoiselle de Verneuil then understood the carp-like movements she had seen the miser making.
"The ghost has taken the Blue with him," cried the voice of Marche-a-Terre.
The fright of the Chouans must have been great, for the words were followed by a stillness so profound that d'Orgemont and his companion could hear them muttering to themselves: "Ave, sancta Anna Auriaca gratia plena, Dominus tecum," etc.
"They are praying, the fools!" cried d'Orgemont.
"Hush! are you not afraid they will discover us?" said Mademoiselle de Verneuil, checking her companion.
The old man's laugh dissipated her fears.
"That iron back is set in a wall of granite two feet thick," he said.
"We can hear them, but they can't hear us."Then he took the hand of his preserver and placed it near a crevice through which a current of fresh air was blowing.She then perceived that the opening was made in the shaft of the chimney.
"Ai! ai!" cried d'Orgemont."The devil! how my legs smart!"The Chouans, having finished their prayer, departed, and the old miser again caught the hand of his companion and helped her to climb some narrow winding steps cut in the granite wall.When they had mounted some twenty of these steps the gleam of a lamp dimly lighted their heads.The miser stopped, turned to his companion, examined her face as if it were a bank note he was doubtful about cashing, and heaved a heavy sigh.
"By bringing you here," he said, after a moment's silence, "I have paid you in full for the service you did me; I don't see why I should give you--""Monsieur, I ask nothing of you," she said.
These words, and also, perhaps, the disdainful expression on the beautiful face, reassured the old man, for he answered, not without a sigh, "Ah! if you take it that way, I have gone too far not to continue on."He politely assisted Marie to climb a few more steps rather strangely constructed, and half willingly, half reluctantly, ushered her into a small closet about four feet square, lighted by a lamp hanging from the ceiling.It was easy to see that the miser had made preparations to spend more than one day in this retreat if the events of the civil war compelled him to hide himself.
"Don't brush against that wall, you might whiten yourself," said d'Orgemont suddenly, as he hurriedly put his hand between the girl's shawl and the stones which seemed to have been lately whitewashed.The old man's action produced quite another effect from that he intended.
Marie looked about her and saw in one corner a sort of projection, the shape of which forced from her a cry of terror, for she fancied it was that of a human being standing erect and mortared into the wall.
D'Orgemont made a violent sign to her to hold her tongue, and his little eyes of a porcelain blue showed as much fear as those of his companion.