Castles in the Air | Page 4

in copying a document which I desire to possess. At eleven
o'clock precisely there will be a noisy disturbance in the corridor which
leads to the main staircase. M. de Marsan, in all probability, will come
out of his room to see what the disturbance is about. Will you
undertake to be ready at that precise moment to make a dash from the
service staircase into the room to seize the document, which no doubt
will be lying on the top of the desk, and bring it to an address which I
am about to give you?"
"It is risky," I mused.
"Very," he retorted drily, "or I'd do it myself, and not pay you four
hundred francs for your trouble."
"Trouble!" I exclaimed, with withering sarcasm.
"Trouble, you call it? If I am caught, it means penal servitude--New
Caledonia, perhaps--"
"Exactly," he said, with the same irritating calmness; "and if you
succeed it means four hundred francs. Take it or leave it, as you please,
but be quick about it. I have no time to waste; it is past nine o'clock
already, and if you won't do the work, someone else will."
For a few seconds longer I hesitated. Schemes, both varied and wild,
rushed through my active brain: refuse to take this risk, and denounce
the plot to the police; refuse it, and run to warn M. de Marsan; refuse it,
and-- I had little time for reflection. My uncouth client was standing, as
it were, with a pistol to my throat--with a pistol and four hundred francs!
The police might perhaps give me half a louis for my pains, or they

might possibly remember an unpleasant little incident in connexion
with the forgery of some Treasury bonds which they have never
succeeded in bringing home to me--one never knows! M. de Marsan
might throw me a franc, and think himself generous at that!
All things considered, then, when M. Charles Saurez suddenly said,
"Well?" with marked impatience, I replied, "Agreed," and within five
minutes I had two hundred francs in my pocket, with the prospect of
two hundred more during the next four and twenty hours. I was to have
a free hand in conducting my own share of the business, and M.
Charles Saurez was to call for the document at my lodgings at Passy on
the following morning at nine o'clock.

2.
I flatter myself that I conducted the business with remarkable skill. At
precisely ten minutes to eleven I rang at the Chancellerie of the
Ministry for Foreign Affairs. I was dressed as a respectable
commissionnaire, and I carried a letter and a small parcel addressed to
M. de Marsan. "First floor," said the concierge curtly, as soon as he had
glanced at the superscription on the letter. "Door faces top of the
service stairs."
I mounted and took my stand some ten steps below the landing,
keeping the door of M. de Marsan's room well in sight. Just as the bells
of Notre Dame boomed the hour I heard what sounded like a furious
altercation somewhere in the corridor just above me. There was much
shouting, then one or two cries of "Murder!" followed by others of
"What is it?" and "What in the name of ----- is all this infernal row
about?" Doors were opened and banged, there was a general running
and rushing along that corridor, and the next minute the door in front of
me was opened also, and a young man came out, pen in hand, and
shouting just like everybody else:
"What the ------ is all this infernal row about?"

"Murder, help!" came from the distant end of the corridor, and M. de
Marsan--undoubtedly it was he--did what any other young man under
the like circumstances would have done: he ran to see what was
happening and to lend a hand in it, if need be. I saw his slim figure
disappearing down the corridor at the very moment that I slipped into
his room. One glance upon the desk sufficed: there lay the large
official-looking document, with the royal signature affixed thereto, and
close beside it the copy which M. de Marsan had only half finished--the
ink on it was still wet. Hesitation, Sir, would have been fatal. I did not
hesitate; not one instant. Three seconds had scarcely elapsed before I
picked up the document, together with M. de Marsan's half-finished
copy of the same, and a few loose sheets of Chancellerie paper which I
thought might be useful. Then I slipped the lot inside my blouse. The
bogus letter and parcel I left behind me, and within two minutes of my
entry into the room I was descending the service staircase quite
unconcernedly, and had gone past the concierge's lodge without being
challenged. How thankful I