A train took me to Saint-Cloud and another two stations further.
Wading through the mud, under the pelting rain, and losing my way in
the dark, I covered the mile or two to Bougival on foot, arriving in
the middle of the night. The Blue Lion was closed. But a small boy
dozing under the porch asked me if I was M. Victorien Beaugrand. When
I answered that I was, he said that a lady, by the name of Bérangère,
had told him to wait for me and take me to her, at whatever time I
might arrive.
I trudged beside the boy, through the empty streets of the little
town, to the banks of the Seine, which we followed for some distance.
The rain had stopped, but the darkness was still impenetrable.
"The boat is here," said the boy.
"Oh, are we crossing?"
"Yes, the young lady is hiding on the other side. Be very careful not
to make a noise."
We landed soon after. Then a stony path took us to a house where the
boy gave three knocks on the door.
Some one opened the door. Still following my guide, I went up a few
steps, crossed a passage lighted by a candle and was shown into a dark
room with some one waiting in it. Instantly the light of an electric
lamp struck me full in the face.
The barrel of a revolver was pointed at me and a man's voice said:
"Silence, do you understand? The least sound, the least attempt at
escape; and you're done for. Otherwise you have nothing to fear; and
the best thing you can do is to go to sleep."
The door was closed behind me. Two bolts were shot.
I had fallen into the trap which the man Velmot--I did not hesitate to
fix upon him at once--had laid for me through the instrumentality of
Bérangère.
* * * * *
This unaccountable adventure, like all those in which Bérangère was
involved, did not alarm me unduly at the moment. I was no doubt too
weary to seek reasons for the conduct of the girl and of the man under
whose instructions she was acting. Why had she betrayed me? How had I
incurred the man Velmot's ill-will? And what had induced him to
imprison me, if I had nothing to fear from him as he maintained? These
were all idle questions. After groping through the room and finding
that it contained a bed, or rather a mattress and blankets, I took off
my boots and outer clothing, wrapped myself in the blankets and in a
few minutes was fast asleep.
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