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Pericard's really nourishing soup, he became quite jocund in his glee. An hour afterward the drugged food had taken effect. There was not a sound in the attics. Anton waited yet another hour, then, stepping softly in his stockinged feet, he entered the little room, where he felt sure the hidden treasure awaited him. He examined Joe first.
G was undoubtedly a poor suburb, but just even when Pericard's patience began to give way, the children saw a row of houses taller and better than any they had hitherto come across. The English lady must live there. Cecile again, with renewed hope and confidence, walked down the street. At the sixth house she stopped, and a cry of joy, of almost rapture, escaped her lips.
Finally, he made up his mind, and put three francs into Pericard's eager hand. Instantly the old fellow pounced upon his hidden treasure. Behold! a solitary a miserable centime. His rage knew no bounds! He called it an infamous robbery! He shouted to Pericard to take back his rags! Whistling and laughing, the French boy exclaimed: "Pas si bete!" and then returned to the children.
But Cecile was Pericard's princess on this occasion. As they walked along, it occurred to him how very pleasant it would be to treat his princess to buy a dainty little breakfast from one or more of the venders who spread their tempting condiments on different stalls, as they passed. He might purchase some fruit, some chocolate, a roll, some butter.
Cecile, impelled by some instinct, had said: "I know Pericard is faithful." Joe, now turning to the French boy, repeated these few words in his best French: "She says she knows you are faithful. We are in great danger in great danger from that bad man Anton. Will you hide us and not betray us?" To this appeal Cecile had added power by coming up and taking Pericard's hand.
You will stay outside with Pericard, Maurice; and Toby will take care of you. Don't go away. Just walk up and down. I shan't be long; and, Maurice, you won't go away?" "No" answered Maurice, "I won't run away. I will eat some of that nice breakfast without waiting for you, Cecile; for I am hungry, but I won't run away." Then Maurice took Pericard's hand.
As the funny little group walked along, Pericard steering straight and clear in the right direction, they saw an old Jew clothesman walking just in front of them. There was nothing particular about this old fellow. He was, doubtless, doing as lucrative a trade in Paris as elsewhere. But, nevertheless, Pericard's bright eyes lighted up at sight of him.
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