We all laughed heartily at his adventure, the humour of which was
heightened by the mock pathos and tragedy with which he narrated it.
But Matthieu, who was straining his ears to catch the slightest sound
downstairs, asked him to proceed with his news.
"_Oh, mais vous saves, mademoiselle, votre pays est tout-à-fait
épatant_," he began, turning to me. "As I came down the street I noticed
Deveril speaking with those two satellites of his outside the 'Cat and
Mouse.' I at once guessed something was up here, and thought I would
try and pump them, so I walked into the bar and asked in my best English
accent for a whisky and soda, throwing down a half-sovereign to pay for
it, and began talking about racing bets with the barman. As I expected,
after a few minutes, Limpet entered, asking for a glass of bitter; he
soon got interested in our talk. I was giving tips with the air of a
Newmarket jockey, and as he had finished his drink I offered to treat
him. He hesitated, saying that he was in a hurry, and I then pumped the
whole tale out of him, how he and his comrade were watching this house,
where they had reason to know that a dangerous French Anarchist was
concealed, and so forth and so on.
"'But,' I said, 'if this is so, why do you not get a warrant to search
the house?' And he then explained to me that the inspector had wished so
to do, but that the magistrate, spite of his entreaties, had refused to
sign the warrant because it was Sunday!! Yes, this is an extraordinary
country. Society must be saved, but before everything the Sabbath must
not be broken. _C'est delicieux!_ Having gained this information, I
politely wished him good day, and walked over to this house. You should
have seen the faces of those two men. I expect their mouths are open
still."
We all stared at each other at this information. This, then, was the
secret of the situation. The English Sunday had saved our comrade!
Bonafede went downstairs to summon the Combrissons and relieve their
minds. We had now nearly twenty-four hours before us; it was certain
that till nine o'clock on Monday morning the search-warrant would not be
signed. In this interval Matthieu must leave the house, but how?
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