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Anne, I don't believe a word you've been saying. But I'll have you in and see what you look like." We heard him getting into his boots again and buckling on his baldric. Then we listened to the turning of a key; a lid was raised and banged down again, and the lock refastened. It was the box once more. M. Étienne and I looked at each other. At length Peyrot opened the door and surveyed us.
M. Étienne, with the rapid murmur, "If I look at you, nab him," turned the door-handle. But M. Peyrot had prepared against surprise by the simple expedient of locking his door. He heard us, too, for he stopped in the very middle of a prolonged yawn and held himself absolutely still. M. Étienne called out softly: "Peyrot!" "Who is it?" "I want to speak with you about something important."
From the archway, which was entrance to a court of tall houses, I could well command Peyrot's door, myself in deep shadow M. Étienne nodded to me and walked off whistling, staring full in the face every one he met. I would fain have occupied myself as we guessed the knave Peyrot to be doing, and shut mine aching eyes in sleep.
Peyrot sprang forward to detain us. "Monsieur, will you not dine with me? Both of you, I beg. I will have every wine the cellar affords." "No," said M. Étienne, carelessly, not deigning to anger; "but there is my dinner for you, an you like. I have paid for it, but I have other business than to eat it." Bidding a waiter serve M. Peyrot, he walked from the room without other glance at him.
"What, two friends of Bernet, ventre bleu!" But he allowed us to enter. He drew back before us with a flourishing bow, his hand resting lightly on his belt, in which was stuck a brace of pistols. Any idea of doing violence on the person of M. Peyrot we dismissed for the present. Our eyes travelled from his pistols over the rest of him.
M. Étienne, the prompter at the rendezvous, had, like a philosopher, ordered dinner, but he had deserted it now and stood with Peyrot, their backs to the company, their elbows on the deep window-ledge, their heads close together. I came up suddenly to Peyrot's side, making him jump.
"I wish you all success in your arduous search." "It is like to be, in truth, a long and weary search," Peyrot sighed. "My ignorance of the perpetrators of the outrage makes my task difficult indeed. But rest assured, monsieur, that I shall question every man in Paris, if need be. I shall leave no stone unturned." M. Étienne still pensively regarded the chest.
"For all you are a count, monsieur, you have the worst manners ever came inside these walls." M. le Comte, with no attempt at mending them, went on a tour about the room, examining with sniffing interest all its furniture, even to the dishes and tankards on the table. Peyrot, leaning against the wall by the window, regarded him steadily, with impassive face.
We went alone up the stairs and crept very quietly along the passage toward the door of M. Peyrot. But our shoes made some noise on the flags; had he been listening, he might have heard us as easily as we heard him. Peyrot had not yet gone to bed after the night's exertion; a certain clatter and gurgle convinced us that he was refreshing himself with supper, or breakfast, before reposing.
Gluck has induced reproduction of lost tendons by grafting them with cat-gut, and according to Ashhurst, Peyrot has filled the gaps in retracted tendons by transplanting tendons, taken in one case from a dog, and in another from a cat.
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