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Updated: June 13, 2025
They had taken their places, the very places in which they now sat, before he and Hanaud and Lemerre had left the restaurant upon their expedition of rescue. Into that short interval of time so much that was eventful had been crowded.
It moved over the water like a shadow, with not so much as a curl of white at its bows. Lemerre touched Hanaud on the shoulder and pointed to a house in a row of houses. All the windows except two upon the second floor and one upon the ground floor were in absolute darkness, and over those upper two the wooden shutters were closed.
Lemerre was alarmed by the look upon his friend's face. "Does it matter, Hanaud?" he asked, with some solicitude. "It matters " and Hanaud rose up abruptly. The boy's voice sounded louder in the street below. The words became distinct to all upon that balcony. "The Aix murder! Discovery of the jewels!" "We must go," Hanaud whispered hoarsely.
"Who could have told?" asked Ricardo blankly, and Hanaud laughed in his face, but laughed without any merriment. "At last!" he cried, as the waiter brought the bill, and just as he had paid it the light of a match flared up under the trees. "The signal!" said Lemerre. "Not too quickly," whispered Hanaud.
There were moments when a sudden contraction of the muscles would clench his hands and give a spasmodic jerk to his shoulders. He was waiting uneasily, uncomfortably, until darkness should come. "Eat," he cried "eat, my friends," playing with his own barely tasted food. And then, at a sentence from Lemerre, his knife and fork clattered on his plate, and he sat with a face suddenly grown white.
The girl was free to run, free to stoop and pick up the train of her gown in her hand, free to shout for help in the open street if she wanted help. No; that I could not explain until that afternoon, when I saw Mlle. Celie's terror-stricken eyes fixed upon that flask, as Lemerre poured a little out and burnt a hole in the sack. Then I understood well enough. The fear of vitriol!"
On the bank the gardens of houses narrow, long gardens of a street of small houses reached down to the lake, and to almost each garden there was a rickety landing-stage of wood projecting into the lake. Again Lemerre gave a signal, and the boat's speed was so much reduced that not a sound of its coming could be heard.
There were as yet only two couples dining in the restaurant, and Hanaud spoke so that neither could overhear him. He sat down at the table. "What news?" he asked. "None," said Lemerre. "No one has come out of the house, no one has gone in." "And if anything happens while we dine?" "We shall know," said Lemerre. "Look, there is a man loitering under the trees there.
They reached Geneva as the dusk was falling, and drove straight to the restaurant by the side of the lake and mounted to the balcony on the first floor. A small, stout man sat at a table alone in a corner of the balcony. He rose and held out his hands. "My friend, M. Lemerre, the Chef de la Surete of Geneva," said Hanaud, presenting the little man to his companion.
Hanaud turned to his associates with his finger to his lips. Something gleamed darkly in his hand. It was the barrel of his revolver. Cautiously the men disembarked and crept up the bank. First came Lemerre, then Hanaud; Ricardo followed him, and the fourth man, who had struck the match under the trees, brought up the rear. The other three officers remained in the boat.
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