His Excellency [Son Exc. Eugène Rougon]Zola, Émile
History
His Excellency [Son Exc. Eugène Rougon]
Zola, Émile
France -- History -- Second Empire, 1852-1870 -- Fiction
Then he began to search among his papers, took up a bundle of
documents, and turned them over one by one.
'It is a return for the whole of France of the number of arrests
that are considered necessary. The number for each department is
proportionate to the blow which it is intended to strike. I want you
to understand our object thoroughly. In the Haute-Marne, for instance,
where the Republicans are in a very small minority, there are to be
only three arrests. In the Meuse, on the other hand, there will be
fifteen. As for your department, the Somme--isn't it?--well, for the
Somme, we think----'
He turned the papers over again, blinking his heavy eyelids; then
raised his head and looked the prefect in the face. 'Monsieur le
préfet, you have twelve arrests to make,' said he.
The pale little man bowed. 'Twelve arrests,' he repeated. 'I understand
your excellency perfectly.'
He seemed perplexed, however, as though affected by some slight
misgivings which he would have preferred to conceal. However, after a
few minutes' general conversation, just as the minister rose to dismiss
him, he made up his mind to ask: 'Could your excellency tell me the
persons who are to be arrested?'
'Oh! arrest anybody you like!' Rougon replied. 'I can't trouble myself
about the details. I should never get through the work if I did. Leave
Paris this evening and begin your arrests to-morrow. I advise you,
however, to strike high. Down in your department you have some lawyers
and merchants and druggists who busy themselves with politics. Just
lock all those fellows up. It will have a good effect.'
The prefect passed his hand across his brow in an anxious way.
He was already searching his memory, trying to think of certain
lawyers, merchants, and druggists. However, he still nodded his head
approvingly. But Rougon was not altogether pleased with his hesitating
demeanour. 'I won't conceal from you,' he said, 'that his Majesty is
by no means satisfied just now with the administrative staff. There
will probably soon be a great change amongst the prefects. We need very
devoted men in the present grave circumstances.'
This affected the prefect like a cut from a whip.
'Your excellency may rely on me,' he exclaimed. 'I have already fixed
upon my men. There is a druggist at Péronne, a cloth merchant and a
paper maker at Doullens; and, as for the lawyers, there's no lack of
them; there's a perfect plague of them. Oh, I assure your excellency
that I shall have no difficulty in making up the dozen. I am an old
servant of the Empire.'
For another moment he chattered on about devoting himself to the saving
of the country, and then took his leave with a very low bow. When he
had closed the door behind him, the minister swayed his heavy frame
with an air of doubt. He did not believe in little men. Then, without
sitting down again, he drew a red line through La Somme upon his list.
The names of more than two-thirds of the departments were already
scored out in the same way.
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