Civilization, Western -- Fiction; France -- Civilization -- Fiction; Penguins -- Fiction; Satire
“I will not say much,” said he to him, “but I will speak to the point.
You are a confounded cad. I have asked you to put a flea in the ear of
General Mouchin, the tool of those Republicans, and you would not do
it. I have asked you to give a command to General des Clapiers, who
works for the Dracophils, and who has obliged me personally, and you
would not do it. I have asked you to dismiss General Tandem, the
commander of Port Alca, who robbed me of fifty louis at cards, and who
had me handcuffed when I was brought before the High Court as Emiral
Chatillon’s accomplice. You would not do it. I asked you for the hay
and bran stores. You would not give them. I asked you to send me on a
secret mission to Porpoisia. You refused. And not satisfied with these
repeated refusals you have designated me to your Government colleagues
as a dangerous person, who ought to be watched, and it is owing to you
that I have been shadowed by the police. You old traitor! I ask nothing
more from you and I have but one word to say to you: Clear out; you
have bothered us too long. Besides, we will force the vile Republic to
replace you by one of our own party. You know that I am a man of my
word. If in twenty-four hours you have not handed in your resignation I
will publish the Maloury _dossier_ in the newspapers.”
But Greatauk calmly and serenely replied:
“Be quiet, you fool. I am just having a Jew transported. I am handing
over Pyrot to justice as guilty of having stolen eighty thousand
trusses of hay.”
Prince Boscénos, whose anger vanished like a dream, smiled.
“Is that true?”
“You will see.”
“My congratulations, Greatauk. But as one always needs to take
precautions with you I shall immediately publish the good news. People
will read this evening about Pyrot’s arrest in every newspaper in Alca
. . . .”
And he went away muttering:
“That Pyrot! I suspected he would come to a bad end.”
A moment later General Panther appeared before Greatauk.
“Sir,” said he, “I have just examined the business of the eighty
thousand trusses of hay. There is no evidence against Pyrot.”
“Let it be found,” answered Greatauk. “Justice requires it. Have Pyrot
arrested at once.”
II. PYROT
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