A Splendid Hazard | Page 6

to take the good that is in me
and to make the most of it. And," ironically, "this is the result. I have
failed. Now we'll see what I can accomplish in the way of being a great
rascal."
He knelt before a small steamer trunk, battered and plentifully labeled,
and unscrewed the lock. From a cleverly concealed pocket he brought
forth a packet of papers. These he placed on the table and unfolded
with almost reverent care. Sometimes he shrugged, as one does who is
confronted by huge obstacles, sometimes he laughed harshly,
sometimes his jaws hardened and his fingers writhed. When he had
done--and many and many a time he had repeated this performance,

studied the faded ink, the great seal, the watermarks--he hid them away
in the trunk again.
He now approached the open window and leaned out. Glittering Paris,
wonderful city! How the lights from the bridges twinkled on the
wind-wrinkled Seine! Over there lay the third wealth of the world;
luxury, vice, pleasure. Eh, well, he could not fight it, but he could curse
it deeply and violently, which he did.
"Wait, Moloch, wait; you and I are not done with each other yet! Wait!
I shall come back, and when I do, look to yourself! Two million francs,
and every one of them mine!"
He laid his head on his hands. It ached dully. Perhaps it was the wine.
CHAPTER II
THE BUTTERFLY MAN
The passing and repassing shadows of craft gave a fitful luster to the
river; so crisply white were the spanning highways that the eye grew
quickly dim with looking; the brisk channel breeze which moved with
rough gaiety through the trees in the gardens of the Tuileries, had, long
hours before, blown away the storm. Bright sunshine, expanses of deep
cerulean blue, towering banks of pleasant clouds, these made Paris
happy to-day, in spots.
The great minister gazed across the river, his hands under the tails of
his frock, and the perturbation of his mind expressed by the frequent
flapping of those somber woolen wings. To the little man who watched
him, there was a faint resemblance to a fiddling cricket.
"Sometimes I am minded to trust the whole thing to luck, and bother no
more about him."
"Monsieur, I have obeyed orders for seven years, since we first
recognized the unfortunate affair. Nothing he has done in this period is
missing from my notebook; and up to the present time he has

done--nothing. But just a little more patience. This very moment, when
you are inclined to drop it, may be the one. One way or another, it is a
matter of no real concern to me. There will always be plenty of work
for me to do, in France, or elsewhere. But I am like an old soldier
whose wound, twinging with rheumatism, announces the approach of
damp weather. I have, then, monsieur, a kind of psychological
rheumatism; prescience, bookmen call it. Presently we shall have damp
weather."
"You speak with singular conviction."
"In my time I have made very few mistakes. You will recollect that.
Twenty years have I served France. I was wrong to say that this affair
does not concern me. I'm interested to see the end."
"But will there be an end?" impatiently. "If I were certain of that! But
seven years, and still no sign."
"Monsieur, he is to be feared; this inactivity, to my mind, proves it. He
is waiting; the moment is not ripe. There are many sentimental fools in
this world. One has only to step into the street and shout 'Down with!'
or 'Long live!' to bring these fools clattering about."
"That is true enough," flapping the tails of his coat again.
"This fellow was born across the Rhine. He has served in the navy; he
is a German, therefore we can not touch him unless he commits some
overt act. He waits; there is where the danger, the real danger, lies. He
waits; and it is his German blood which gives him this patience. A
Frenchman would have exploded long since."
"You have searched his luggage and his rooms, times without number."
"And found nothing; nothing that I might use effectively. But there is
this saving grace; he on his side knows nothing."
"I would I were sure of that also. Eh, well; I leave the affair in your
hands, and they are capable ones. When the time comes, act, act upon

your own initiative. In this matter we shall give no accounting to
Germany."
"No, because what I do must be done secretly. It will not matter that
Germany also knows and waits. But this is true; if we do not
circumvent him, she will make use of whatever he does."
"It has its whimsical side. Here is a man