French fiction -- Translations into English; Short stories, French -- Translations into English
I emptied at a draft what wine still remained in the jug, and then,
as the fire started up again, diffusing a grateful warmth through the
chamber, and the lock appeared sufficiently strong, my courage began to
revive. But the watch was still there and the man might return for it.
The thought filled us with horror.
“Well, what is our next move?” asked Wilfred. “The best thing we can do
is to strike out at once for the Black Forest.” “Why so?” “I have no
further desire to figure on the double-bass; you may do as you like.”
“Why should we leave? We have committed no crime.” “Speak low!” he
replied, “that one word ‘crime’ might hang us. We poor devils are made
to serve as examples for others. They don’t bother their heads much
to find out whether we are guilty or not. If they should discover
that watch here, it would be enough.” “Look here, Wilfred! It won’t
do to lose your head! A crime has undoubtedly been committed in this
neighborhood, but what should honest men do under the circumstances?
Instead of running away from Justice, they should try to aid it.” “How
aid it?” “The simplest way would be to take this watch to the bailiff
and tell him what has passed.” “Never! I wouldn’t even dare to touch
it!” “Very well, I will take it myself, but now let’s go back to bed
and try to get some more sleep if we can.” “I don’t care to sleep.”
“Well, light your pipe, then, and we will talk while we wait for
daylight. Let’s go downstairs, there may be some one there still.” “I
would rather stay here.” “All right.” And we sat down again before the
fire.
As soon as dawn appeared, I took the watch from the table. It was
a fine one with minute and second hands. Wilfred seemed somewhat
reassured. “Kasper,” he said, “on second thoughts, it seems more
suitable for me to go to the bailiff. You are too young to take part
in such matters. You would make a mess of it when you tried to explain
the affair.” “Just as you like,” I replied. “Yes, it would look odd
for a man of my years to send a mere child in my place.” “Very good; I
understand.”
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