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The sham Monsieur Guillot still smirked at the sham Louise, but the box by his side was empty. "Is it over?" Violet asked breathlessly. "It is over," Peter answered. It was, after all, an unrecorded tragedy.
He could stay at the Guillot Field and she could send for him after they arrived at Maraucourt. Dear Palikare! How contented he would be to have a beautiful stable to live in and go out every day in the green fields. But alas! Grain-of-Salt would not give one sou over fifteen francs for the wagon. "Only fifteen francs!" she murmured. "Yes, and I am only doing that to oblige you.
She thought if she waited there she would be sure to catch the doctor as he left the house, and if she gave him her forty sous he would consent to come. She was quite sure that he would not if she had simply asked him to visit a patient who was staying in the Guillot Field. She waited a long time; her suspense increased at the thought that her mother would be wondering what kept her away so long.
"But," said Gabriel, "but if you would be safe, my father must have no secrets hid from you." "I do not know that he has. He speaks to me frankly of his hopes, of the share he has in the discovery of the plot against the First Consul, of his interviews with Pierre Guillot, the Breton." "Ah, because there your courage supports him, and your acuteness assists his own.
"I received this," he announced, "less than three weeks ago from the hands of the Kaiser himself." Monsieur Guillot gazed at his companion incredulously. "It was very simple," Granet continued. "I was taken prisoner near the village of Ossray.
The price which others beside you knew, my dear Guillot, was placed upon that unfortunate young man's head will not pass this time into your pocket. For the rest " "The rest is of no consequence," Guillot interrupted, bowing. "I admit that I am vanquished.
Guard it carefully, though, for it is signed by the Kaiser himself. I have carried it with me now for more than a fortnight in the inner sole of my shoe. As you can imagine, its discovery upon my person would have meant instant death." Monsieur Guillot was engrossed in reading the few lines of the missive. When he had finished, he covered the paper with the palm of his hand and leaned forward.
Maitre Guillot would fain have been nearer, to share in the shouting and clapping of hands which followed the saying of grace by the good Cure of St. Foye, and to see how vigorously knives were handled, and how chins wagged in the delightful task of levelling down mountains of meat, while Gascon wine and Norman cider flowed from ever-replenished flagons.
Form your party, Monsieur Guillot, spread your tidings in any way that seems fit to you, only until the hour comes, guard that document as you would your soul. Its possession would mean death to you as it would to me." Monsieur Guillot took the document and buttoned it up in his inside pocket. "Supposing I succeed," he said quietly, "what of your country then?"
"Five minutes to eleven, I believe, Monsieur Guillot," Peter declared. "I win by an hour and five minutes." Guillot said nothing for several seconds. After all, though, he had great gifts. He recovered alike his power of speech and his composure. "These gentlemen," he said, pointing with his left hand towards the inner room "I do not understand their presence in my apartments."
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