THE COMPLETE WORKS OF ÉMILE ZOLA. Эмиль Золя
discuss the advisability of making a grand manifestation. They had almost all voted against it, foreseeing, no doubt, the sanguinary struggle it would result in.
“The delegates seem to me clever and prudent persons,” said Mathéus in conclusion; “but fortunately the workmen are far too irritated to listen to them. If there happen to be some cool heads among the latter, there are also many fiery spirits who dream of getting the upper hand by force. I think I can promise you a nice little insurrection. I know a great number of workmen will not abide by the vote of the delegates and have decided that the manifestation shall be held in spite of it. It will be extraordinary if some circumstance does not bring about a struggle. You shall see how I will warm it up for you.”
M. de Cazalis listened to the spy with delight.
“Are your plans all formed?” he inquired. “You are certain Cayol will compromise himself and that you will succeed in gaining possession of the child?”
“Eh! don’t be uneasy,” answered the other. “That is my business. If there be a fight, Master Philippe will be in the first rank of the insurgents, of that you may be sure; and as to the child, he will be in your possession before evening. These workmen are perfect asses, they’re going to get killed and imprisoned for nonsense. Ah! the Republic is a great joke! Good night, tomorrow morning I will call and give you the day’s programme.”
Mathéus left M. de Cazalis, and remained until night in the streets, listening to what was said and endeavouring to foresee events. A rumour that was abroad caused him anxiety: it was pretended that the Government Commissary did not seem hostile to the manifestation. It was affirmed that he had received the visit of some delegates, who had hastened to inform him they were powerless to keep back the crowd of workmen, and he had let them understand that he was not displeased at this step, which might enable him to take more stringent measures against the refractory heads of the workshops. It was even added that he had already fixed the itinerary the column was to follow while he received the delegates.
Mathéus went to bed in despair and furious against the Republic.
“What a lot of cowards!” he murmured, “they will not dare exchange a shot! But fight, you brutes! You ruin me if you do not. They shake their fists at one another, the poor want to eat up the rich, and they always end by hugging each other. It’s disgusting. You will see that tomorrow, the quarrel will end in a banquet, at which Commissary and workmen will get an indigestion from eating too much pork. However, we shall see.”
As soon as he awoke, he hastened to the vicinity of the Prefecture. It was Thursday the 22nd. The building was surrounded by troops.
“And, on we go!” Mathéus murmured to himself with lively delight. “I knew they’d fight! I’ll go and find my friends the workmen to throw them on those bayonets.”
But before withdrawing, he mingled with the groups and found that the Commissary seemed to have repented of authorising the manifestation. A message had been sent to a few companies of the National Guard on the previous evening, and the line had been called out. No detail escaped the spy, and he remarked that no Republican company was present among the citizen soldiers. Sauvaire was parading at the corner of two streets.
Mathéus hastened to the Boulevard Chave, where another meeting of the delegates was to be held. They declared themselves opposed to the manifestation, as had occurred two days before, and a certain number of them even said that the workmen whom they represented, had that morning gone to work as usual. As the men who were peacefully disposed were about to withdraw, those who wished for the manifestation at any price, urged on and excited by Mathéus, persuaded their comrades to join them. A nucleus was formed, which went on increasing and in the end became a regular crowd. The people were started and would now not stop.
When Mathéus understood that the multitude required no more urging-on, he allowed it to increase by itself and roll towards the Prefecture. During that time he completed his plan of campaign.
He wished first of all to give M. de Cazalis news, as he had promised. Nine o’clock was striking. Thinking aright that he would not be allowed to cross the Place Saint Ferréol, which was then full of troops, he went to the Quay du Canal, took the Rue de Breteuil and found himself within a few steps of his master’s mansion. He had to pass by the house inhabited by the Cayols, which stood on the Cours Bonaparte, close to the residence of M. de Cazalis. He cast a triumphant look at the structure as he went by.
His plan would depend on circumstances. He relied on the troubles of the insurrection to steal Joseph. No doubt Marius would go in search of his brother at the first shot; and during that time it would be easy for him to tear the child from Fine’s arms. Besides, he was in hopes that as the Prefecture was near, all the quarter would take fire: perhaps, even, barricades might be raised in the neighbouring streets; in a word he awaited some event that would facilitate the capture of the little one, and he vowed to himself he would act boldly, and risk all to succeed.
As he took a last glance at the door, recalling to memory the inside of the house, which he had been studying for some time, he saw a young woman leave it rapidly, holding a child in her arms. He recognised Fine and little Joseph. This sudden exit alarmed him, and he proceeded to follow the young woman.
Fine walked along hurriedly, without turning her head, impatient to arrive at her destination. She went down the Rue de Breteuil, up the Cannebière to the Place Royale and entered the narrow streets of the old town. Mathéus continued hurrying along behind her, wondering where she could be going to, and they thus reached the Place aux Œufs together. There, Fine suddenly disappeared in a house, and Mathéus remained for a few minutes in the centre of the square, perplexed, seeking to turn the precautions the Cayols were taking to his advantage.
Marius, who had been warned by his brother on the previous evening, of the troubles that might occur in the neighbourhood of the Prefecture, had decided not to leave Joseph in the house on the Cours Bonaparte. He had vague fears of a surprise; he felt that M. de Cazalis must be there, in the dark, watching for the first opportunity that occurred. When there is fighting in the streets, there are often burglaries in the houses.
Marius consequently thought it would not be prudent to keep the child in the room where they would certainly come to look for him in case an attempt were made to gain possession of him, and he arranged with Fine that they would hide him somewhere else, no later than the next morning. For that purpose they selected the little lodging the former flower-girl had long occupied on the Place aux Œufs and where her brother Cadet still resided. While Marius was running about the streets to watch over Philippe, his wife had just come to seek refuge with the child in a corner of Marseille where she never thought she could be discovered. As she ascended the stairs she felt quite happy, saying to herself that she and the little one were saved.
Mathéus, after having taken two or three turns under the trees, approached a post of National Guards who were at a corner of the square. This post was occupied by men belonging to a Republican company and the spy saw at once with whom he had to deal.
“It seems there will be fighting opposite the Prefecture,” he remarked to the lieutenant.
The latter feigned not to hear. After an instant Mathéus continued:
“This would be a splendid place for barricades! Just look, one would almost think the ground had been specially prepared for them.”
The lieutenant glanced complaisantly around him and ended by making up his mind to speak.
“Yes, yes,” he said, “there would only be a few narrow lanes to block. The workmen are our brothers, we will not fight against them.”
Mathéus, whom the lieutenant had mistaken for a navvy, gave him a vigorous shake of the hand and hurried away. Chance had served him well: his plan of campaign was now complete. When he reached the mansion of M. de Cazalis he was panting for breath.
“All is going on well!” he exclaimed. “I’ll be answerable for success!”
He then noticed that M. de Cazalis was wearing the uniform of a National Guard.
“What is the meaning of this masquerade?”