“No. I’m very lucky in that respect; it seems enough for me to be in a coach to make it unupsettable. No, that wasn’t it.” “What was it, then?” questioned the doctor. “They say in Geneva that the roads in France are not safe.” “That’s according to circumstances,” said the architect. “Ah! how’s that?” inquired the watchmaker. “Oh!” replied the architect; “if, for example, we were carrying government money, we would surely be stopped, or rather we would have been already.” “Do you think so?” queried the watchmaker. “That has never failed. I don’t know how those devils of Companions of Jehu manage to keep so well posted; but they never miss an opportunity.” The doctor nodded affirmatively. “Ah!” exclaimed the watchmaker, addressing the doctor; “do you think so, too?” “I do.” “And if you knew there was government money in the coach, would you be so imprudent as to take passage in it?” “I must admit,” replied the doctor, “that I should think twice about it.” “And you, sir?” said the questioner to the architect. “Oh, I,” replied the latter--“as I am on important business, I should have started anyway.” “I am tempted,” said the watchmaker “to take off my valise and my oases, and wait for to-morrow’s diligence, because my boxes are filled with watches worth something like twenty thousand francs. We’ve been lucky so far, but there’s no use tempting Providence.” “Did you not hear these gentlemen say,” remarked the lady, joining in the conversation for the first time, “that we run the risk of being stopped only when the coach carries government money?” “That’s exactly it,” replied the watchmaker, looking anxiously around. “We are carrying it.” The mother blanched visibly and looked at her son. Before fearing for herself every mother fears for her child. “What! we are carrying it?” asked the doctor and the architect in varying tones of excitement. “Are you sure of what you are saying?” “Perfectly sure, gentlemen.” “Then you should either have told us before, or have told us in a whisper now.” “But perhaps,” said the doctor, “the gentleman is not quite sure of what he says.” “Or perhaps he is joking,” added the architect. “Heaven forbid!” “The Genevese are very fond of a laugh,” persisted the doctor. “Sir,” replied the Genevese, much hurt that any one should think he liked to laugh, “I saw it put on the coach myself.” “What?” “The money.” “Was there much?” “A good many bags.” “But where does the money come from?” “The treasury of the bears of Berne. You know, of course, that the bears of Berne received an income of fifty or even sixty thousand francs.” The doctor burst out laughing. “Decidedly, sir, you are trying to frighten us,” said he. “Gentlemen,” said the watchmaker, “I give you my word of honor--” “Take your places gentlemen,” shouted the conductor, opening the door. “Take your places! We are three-quarters of an hour late.” “One moment, conductor, one moment,” Said the architect; “we are consulting.”