The Man in Grey | Page 4

you can tell him that an industrious Chouan, who has a wooden leg and
a shaggy beard but whose face you did not see, has to the best of your
belief murdered an unknown passenger whose name, age and
appearance you know nothing about, but who, as far as you can
recollect, was dressed in grey ---- And we'll see," he added with a touch
of grim humour, "what Monsieur le Commissaire will make out of this
valuable information."

II
The men were cowering together in a burrow constructed of dead
branches and caked mud, with a covering of heath and dried twigs.
Their heads were close to one another and the dim light of a dark
lanthorn placed upon the floor threw weird, sharp shadows across their
eager faces, making them appear grotesque and almost ghoulish -- the
only bright spots in the surrounding gloom.
One man on hands and knees was crouching by the narrow entrance,
his keen eyes trying to pierce the density of the forest beyond.
The booty was all there, spread out upon the damp earth -- small coins
and bundles of notes all smeared with grease and mud; there were some
trinkets, too, but of obviously little value: a pair of showy gold earrings,
one or two signets, a heavy watch in a chased silver case. But these had
been contemptuously swept aside -- it was the money that mattered.
The man with the wooden leg had counted it all out and was now

putting coins and notes back into a large leather wallet.
"Six thousand two hundred and forty-seven francs," he said quietly, as
he drew the thongs of the wallet closely together and tied them securely
into a knot. "One of the best hauls we've ever had. 'Tis Madame who
will be pleased."
"Our share will have to be paid out of that first," commented one of his
companions.
"Yes, yes!" quoth the other lightly. "Madame will see to it. She always
does. How many of you are there?" he added carelessly.
"Seven of us all told. They were a pack of cowards in that coach."
"Well!" concluded the man with the wooden leg, "we must leave
Madame to settle accounts. I'd best place the money in safety now."
He struggled up into a standing position -- which was no easy matter
for him with his stump and in the restricted space -- and was about to
hoist the heavy wallet on to his powerful shoulders, when one of his
mates seized him by the wrist.
"Hold on, Silver-Leg!" he said roughly, "we'll pay ourselves for our
trouble first. Eh, friends?" he added, turning to the others.
But before any of them could reply there came a peremptory command
from the man whom they had called "Silver-Leg."
"Silence!" he whispered hoarsely. "There's someone moving out there
among the trees."
At once the others obeyed, every other thought lulled to rest by the
sense of sudden danger. For a minute or so every sound was hushed in
the narrow confines of the lair save the stertorous breathing which
came from panting throats. Then the look-out man at the entrance
whispered under his breath:
"I heard nothing."

"Something moved, I tell you," rejoined Silver-Leg curtly. "It may only
have been a beast on the prowl."
But the brief incident had given him the opportunity which he required;
he had shaken off his companion's hold upon his wrist and had slung
the wallet over his shoulder. Now he stumped out of the burrow.
"Friend Hare-Lip," he said before he went, in the same commanding
tone wherewith he had imposed silence awhile ago on his turbulent
mates, "tell Monseigneur that it will be 'Corinne' this time, and you,
Mole-Skin, ask Madame to send Red-Poll over on Friday night for the
key."
The others growled in assent and followed him out of their hiding-place.
One of the men had extinguished the lanthorn, and another was hastily
collecting the trinkets which had so contemptuously been swept aside.
"Hold on, Silver-Leg!" shouted the man who had been called Hare-Lip;
"short reckonings make long friends. I'll have a couple of hundred
francs now," he continued roughly. "It may be days and weeks ere I see
Madame again, and by that time God knows where the money will be."
But Silver-Leg stumped on in the gloom, paying no heed to the
peremptory calls of his mates. It was marvellous how fast he contrived
to hobble along, winding his way in and out in the darkness, among the
trees, on the slippery carpet of pine needles and carrying that heavy
wallet -- six thousand two hundred francs, most of it in small coin --
upon his back. The others, however, were swift and determined, too.
Within the next minute or two they had