yet come." "You are right!" he cried. "He is one of the
murderers Annette spoke of. Great Heavens! What a face! And what a
knife!" And he fell back on the straw.
I emptied at a draft what wine still remained in the jug, and then, as the
fire started up again, diffusing a grateful warmth through the chamber,
and the lock appeared sufficiently strong, my courage began to revive.
But the watch was still there and the man might return for it. The
thought filled us with horror.
"Well, what is our next move?" asked Wilfred. "The best thing we can
do is to strike out at once for the Black Forest." "Why so?" "I have no
further desire to figure on the double-bass; you may do as you like."
"Why should we leave? We have committed no crime." "Speak low!"
he replied, "that one word 'crime' might hang us. We poor devils are
made to serve as examples for others. They don't bother their heads
much to find out whether we are guilty or not. If they should discover
that watch here, it would be enough." "Look here, Wilfred! It won't do
to lose your head! A crime has undoubtedly been committed in this
neighborhood, but what should honest men do under the circumstances?
Instead of running away from Justice, they should try to aid it." "How
aid it?" "The simplest way would be to take this watch to the bailiff and
tell him what has passed." "Never! I wouldn't even dare to touch it!"
"Very well, I will take it myself, but now let's go back to bed and try to
get some more sleep if we can." "I don't care to sleep." "Well, light
your pipe, then, and we will talk while we wait for daylight. Let's go
downstairs, there may be some one there still." "I would rather stay
here." "All right." And we sat down again before the fire.
As soon as dawn appeared, I took the watch from the table. It was a
fine one with minute and second hands. Wilfred seemed somewhat
reassured. "Kasper," he said, "on second thoughts, it seems more
suitable for me to go to the bailiff. You are too young to take part in
such matters. You would make a mess of it when you tried to explain
the affair." "Just as you like," I replied. "Yes, it would look odd for a
man of my years to send a mere child in my place." "Very good; I
understand."
He took the watch, but I believe that only his pride drove him to this
resolution. He would have been ashamed to show less courage than I
before his comrades. We went down from the loft in a thoughtful mood.
As we crossed the alleyway that comes out on the Rue Saint
Christopher, we heard the clicking of glasses. I recognized the voice of
old Bremer and his sons, Ludwig and Karl. "By Jove," said I, "it
wouldn't be a bad idea to take a glass before we start." I pushed open
the door of the tap-room as I spoke, and we found all our company
gathered there, their instruments variously deposited about the room.
We were received with shouts of satisfaction and places were quickly
made for us at the table. "Ho! Good morning, comrades," said Bremer;
"more snow and wind. All the taverns are full of people, and every
bottle that is opened means a florin in our pockets." I saw little Annette
looking as fresh and fair as a rose, and smiling fondly at me with her
lips and eyes. This sight reanimated me. It was I who got the daintiest
morsels, and whenever she approached to set a glass of wine at my
elbow, she touched me caressingly on the shoulder, and I thought, with
a beating heart, of the days when we used to go chestnutting together.
But in spite of this, the pale face of our strange visitor of the night
before recurred to me from time to time, and made me tremble. I
looked at Wilfred; he, too, seemed thoughtful.
Eight o'clock came and our party was about to start out, when the door
was thrown open, and three big fellows, with lead-colored complexions,
their eyes shining like rats, and their hats awry, appeared on the
threshold, followed by several others of a like description. One of them,
with a razor-back nose, and with a heavy club bound to his wrist,
stepped forward, crying: "Your passports, gentlemen!" Each one
hastened to comply with the request. Unfortunately, Wilfred, who stood
near the stove, was seized with a sudden trembling. The officer's
experienced eye detected his agitation, and as he paused in his reading
to give him a questioning look, my comrade conceived the unlucky
idea
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