"MY MOTHER'S MURDERER STILL LIVES."
Segoffin had been pacing the hall out of which Sabine's sitting-room
opened for about half an hour with ever-increasing anxiety before
Suzanne came out.
"Well, how is mademoiselle?" he asked, anxiously. "Tell me, Suzanne, how
is she?"
"A nice question to ask, truly, when your brutality toward that
estimable gentleman this morning threw mademoiselle into a frightful
nervous spasm."
"I admit that I did very wrong, but she had got over that. M. Yvon told
me so when he came out into the garden. What happened afterward to upset
her so again?"
"Alas! the one great sorrow of her life has been recalled to her
remembrance more vividly than ever!"
"You refer to her poor mother's death, of course."
"Yes, and she has just been talking to M. Yvon about it. You can judge
how painful the conversation must have been to him."
"What do you mean?" cried Segoffin, in alarm. "Is it possible that Mlle.
Sabine knows that terrible secret?"
"No, thank Heaven! she does not, and I sincerely hope she never will."
"I do not understand you then, Suzanne."
"This is what caused all the trouble," said the housekeeper, drawing a
paper from her pocket.
"What is that?"
"The morning paper. It contains further details in relation to that
famous privateer, Captain l'Endurci. Listen to what it says, and you
will then understand the situation."
And opening the paper, Suzanne read the following extract from an
article headed, "Further Particulars in Relation to the Famous Corsair,
Captain l'Endurci:"
"'The captain's personal appearance is well calculated to increase his
prestige, and each and every one of his men would willingly follow him
to the death.
"'This intrepid corsair is about forty years of age. Though only of
medium height, he is remarkably agile and robust; his physiognomy is
both virile and expressive; his eagle eye, the imperious carriage of his
head, and his resolute bearing all show him to be a man born to command.
His real name and origin is shrouded in mystery, but many persons are of
the opinion that he is a native of Brittany, basing the supposition upon
the costume he always wears on shipboard. Others think the captain came
from some southern province, and that he adopted the Breton costume
merely from motives of convenience.
"'However that may be, we are sure our readers will peruse with interest
a description of the costume this famous corsair always wears on
shipboard; in fact, it is even said that he attaches a superstitious
importance to the wearing of this garb, which consists of a long black
jacket and waistcoat trimmed with small silver buttons, a broad orange
sash into which his weapons are thrust, wide white linen trousers
similar to the _morphs_ worn by the fishermen of Holland and the pilots
of the island of Batz, high leggings, and a low, broad-brimmed felt
hat.'"
After having read this extract the housekeeper remarked: "You see,
Segoffin, that this corsair wears a costume which is identical in every
respect with that worn by M. Cloarek on the night of madame's deplorable
death."
"Yes; it makes me shudder to think of it," exclaimed Segoffin,
interrupting her, "and on reading it, I suppose Mlle. Cloarek fancied
she saw in this corsair the mysterious personage who was the cause of
her mother's death."
"Alas! yes, Segoffin, and she said to monsieur, in a sort of frenzy:
'Father, my mother's murderer still lives. Will you not avenge her?' You
can imagine M. Cloarek's feelings. To undeceive his daughter he would
have to accuse himself."
"Mademoiselle must have read the papers after M. Yvon's return, then, I
suppose."
"Yes, monsieur came in about eleven o'clock. He looked radiant; my
nephew, who was with him, also seemed to be in the best of spirits. 'Is
my daughter in her room?' asked monsieur, gaily. 'I have some good news
for her.' Though I am no talebearer, there was nothing for me to do but
tell him about the altercation you and the worthy merchant had had in
the garden, and how much it had terrified mademoiselle."
"Of course, but go on."
"Monsieur ran up to his daughter's room and found that she had almost
entirely recovered from her attack. Soon afterward, Thérèse brought up
the paper as usual, and I, unfortunately, thinking it would divert
mademoiselle, gave it to her to read. When she came to the passage in
which the privateer's peculiar costume was described, she uttered a
terrible cry--But hush! here comes monsieur," exclaimed Suzanne,
hastily.
Cloarek, with an expression of the gloomiest despair imprinted on his
features, and as pale as death, had just come out of his daughter's
room.
"Go to her, Suzanne, she is asking for you," he said, hoarsely. "Come
with me, Segoffin."
Segoffin silently followed his employer into his bedroom, where Cloarek,
throwing himself into an armchair, buried his face in his hands and
groaned aloud.
On beholding this poignant grief, Segoffin felt his own eyes grow moist
as he stood silent and motionless beside his master.
"I can not understand how the recollection of that terrible night
impressed itself so deeply on that unfortunate child's memory,"
exclaimed Cloarek, at last. "I shudder still as I think with what an
expression of horror she exclaimed, 'Father, father, my mother's
murderer still lives.' And as I gazed at her in a sort of stupor without
replying, she added, with all the energy of intense hatred, 'Father, I
tell you that the man who killed my mother, the man who killed your
wife, still lives. Her murder cries for vengeance, and this man still
lives.' And for the first time I saw an expression of hatred on my
daughter's gentle face, and I was the object of that hatred. This
terrible scene has reopened the wound again and revived my remorse, and
yet you know how much I have suffered, and how bitterly I have expiated
that momentary madness."
"But the worst thing, after all, is this scheme of Verduron's, M. Yvon,"
responded Segoffin, after a moment's silence.
"Yes, it is enough to drive one mad, for if I remain with my daughter
the crew is sure to come here."
"That is absolutely certain. You know our men."
"Yes, and Sabine will then learn that her father, Captain l'Endurci, and
her mother's murderer are all one and the same person, and this child,
upon whom I have concentrated all my affection for years,--this child
who is my only hope and joy and consolation in life,--will feel for me
henceforth only aversion and loathing."
Then, after a few moments of gloomy reflection, he murmured, his eyes
wild, his lips contracted in a sardonic smile:
"But nonsense! she is rich; she loves an honourable man, who loves her
in return. She will still have Suzanne and Segoffin. Instead of loathing
me, she shall mourn for me, and, so far as she is concerned, my death
shall be enshrouded in the same mystery as my life."
As he spoke Cloarek stepped toward a table on which a pair of pistols
were lying; but Segoffin, who had not once taken his eyes off his
employer, sprang forward and, seizing the pistols before the captain
could reach them, removed the charge and coolly replaced the weapons.
"Wretch!" exclaimed Cloarek, seizing Segoffin by the collar, and shaking
him violently, "you shall pay dearly for your audacity."
"Time presses, M. Yvon, and you have more important business on hand
than shaking poor old Segoffin. Your time is too precious for that!"
The head gunner's coolness restored Cloarek to himself, and sinking
despondently into a chair, he said, gloomily:
"You are right, I am a fool. What shall I do? My brain seems to be on
fire."
"Do you really want to know what I think you had better do?"
"Yes."
"I think you had better go to Havre immediately."
"Leave Sabine in this condition? Increase her alarm by a hasty departure
and an incomprehensible absence after all my promises to her? Abandon
her when she needs my care and affection more than ever before,--at the
time she is about to marry, in short?"
"Mlle. Sabine?"
"Yes, the idea of this marriage was not at all pleasing to me at first,
but now I feel confident that my daughter's future will prove a happy
one; still, I ought to guide these children and surround them with the
tenderest paternal solicitude, and it is at a time like this that I must
put to sea again, and again risk my life now that it has become more
necessary than ever to Sabine. I have recovered my senses now, and
realise how mad I was to think of killing myself just now. Thanks to
you, my tried and faithful friend, I have been saved from that crime."
"I wish I could save you from the visit of our ship's crew as well, M.
Yvon. You must not forget that danger. If you do not go to them, they
will surely come to you."
"Then I will go to them," exclaimed Cloarek, as if a way out of the
difficulty had suddenly presented itself to his mind. "Yes, I will go to
Havre at once, and tell my men that I have abandoned the sea, and that
it will be useless for them to attempt to coerce me. You know how
determined I am, and how little likelihood there is that I shall yield
to overpersuasion. You shall accompany me. You have considerable
influence over them, and you must exert it in my behalf. It is the only
means of averting the danger that threatens me. It is now two o'clock,
by three we shall be in Havre, and back home again by five. My daughter
is lying down, and will not even suspect my absence. To avert suspicion,
we will take a carriage at the inn."
Cloarek had already started toward the door, when the head gunner
checked him by saying:
"You are making a great mistake in one respect, M. Yvon."
"What do you mean?"
"If you go to Havre you will not return here until after the cruise is
ended."
"You are mad."
"No, I am not mad."
"You think my crew will carry me away by force, do you?"
"It is very probable. Besides, when you are with the sailors again, you
will not have the strength to resist them."
"I will not?"
"No."
"Not after the reasons I have just stated to you? I shall be back here
by five o'clock, I tell you, and before my daughter has even discovered
my absence. Your fears are absurd. Come, I say."
"You insist?"
"Yes, I do."
"That which is to be, will be," said Segoffin, shaking his head
dubiously, but following his employer for all that.
After inquiring how Sabine was feeling, and learning that she had fallen
asleep, Cloarek started for Havre in company with his head gunner.