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Updated: May 31, 2025
"I will tell you this much, citizen Tournefort," broke in Chauvelin with some acerbity, "that though we have traced the diamonds and the thief so far, we have, through your folly last night, lost complete track of the ci-devant Comtesse de Sucy and of the man Bertin. We want Rateau to show us where they are." "I understand," murmured the other meekly. "That's a mercy!" riposted Chauvelin dryly.
The moment you see the man Rateau, you will shadow him, and on no account lose sight of him. Understand?" "You may trust me, citizen Chauvelin," Tournefort replied, elated at the prospect of work which was so entirely congenial to him. "But will you tell me "
There are no side turnings out of the Rue Bordet, the total length of which is less than fifty metres; so Tournefort, feeling more at his ease, ensconced himself at one end of the street, behind a doorway, whilst Chauvelin did the same at the other. Rateau, standing in the gutter, appeared once more in a state of hesitation.
He beckoned to Rateau, and the two men went out of the room without another word. The whole of that night Esther remained shut up in her apartment in the Petite Rue Taranne. All night she heard the measured tramp, the movements, the laughter and loud talking of men outside her door. Once or twice she tried to listen to what they said.
You will immediately demand to speak with the sergeant who is in command, and you will give him a detailed description of the man Rateau. Then you will tell him in my name that, should such a man present himself at the gate, he must be allowed to enter the city unmolested." Gourdon gave a quick cry of protest. "Let the man go unmolested? Citizen Chauvelin, think what you are doing!"
Rateau saw him too came face to face with him, in fact, and must have known who he was for, without an instant's hesitation and just like a hunted creature at bay, he turned sharply on his heel and then ran back down the street as hard as he could tear.
"Go and fetch us a litre of eau-de-vie." Poor Lucienne stammered a pitiable: "Where shall I go?" "To the house at the sign of 'Le fort Samson, in the Rue de Seine," replied Rateau curtly. "They'll serve you well if you mention my name." Of course Lucienne protested. She was a decent woman, who had never been inside a cabaret in her life.
Tournefort, who had watched the brief little incident from behind the window of a neighbouring cabaret, could not help but chuckle to himself. Never had he seen game walk more readily into a trap. Rateau, after he had passed the barrier, appeared undecided which way he would go.
There he saw a huge creature sprawling across a bench, with long, powerful limbs stretched out before him. Citizen Rateau was clothed, rather than dressed, in a soiled shirt, ragged breeches and tattered stockings, with shoes down at heel and faded crimson cap.
Chauvelin uttered an exclamation of impatience: "Enough of this, citizen Tournefort. Keep your eye on the man and hold your tongue. I am spent with fatigue." "No wonder," murmured Tournefort. Then he added insinuatingly: "Why not let me go in there and apprehend Rateau now? We should have the diamonds and "
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