THE LETTRE DE CACHET
Lecour had succeeded for a time in baffling the forces arrayed against
him.
The next turn was made by de Lotbinière, who entered in his journal his
intention of now speaking to the following persons, in their order--
The Minister,
Répentigny,
The Chevalier de Villerai,
Vaudreuil,
The Genealogist of France,
The Prince de Poix,
The Maréchale de Noailles,
The Baroness de la Roche Vernay.
He went to the first on the list and obtained an interview in private
with his chief secretary, from which he issued with a large sealed
envelope, which contained a handsome parchment in blank, signed "Louis."
It was a _lettre de cachet_, one of those warrants by which a man might,
without warning to his friends or any charge laid, be arrested and
imprisoned in one of those fortresses whose walls were so many living
graves. He took it to the lodgings of Répentigny.
"Pierre, I am on the campaign against your namesake!" exclaimed he.
"Then you have heard the latest news?"
"Not if it is fresh to-day."
"An hour old. There has been a second duel between our Louis and Lecour.
What a pity!"
"A pity? it is an infernal outrage! Another duel? Oh, my God!"
"Lecour became impatient----"
"_Impatient_, forsooth!"
"And exclaimed among his companions that _Léry_----"
"Curse his insolence!"
"That _Léry's_ family were skin-merchants."
"The pig and scoundrel! he shall sting for this. Why do you hold
yourself so calm, Répentigny, when your family is insulted?"
"Frankly, because it is not altogether untrue."
"_We_ in trade? Our nobles skin-merchants? Is it thus that you will
allow the King's permission to our order to engage in the fur trade to
be stigmatised?"
"I have, Michel, seen the ways of many peoples. I have learned to look
on the castes of our Canada with the same eyes as I look on those of
India, the eyes of amusement, for I find in mankind everywhere the same
tendencies and the same pretensions."
"But this beast of a Lecour is a liar and impostor."
"Both."
"Then I will show you your duty. Open this envelope. You have only to
fill Lecour's name into the warrant it contains, and he goes under lock
and key in the Bastille."
"I cannot."
"Why?"
"He is a brave man."
"Tut, you madden me, Pierre. The worst felons are bold."
"But not generous. Lecour saved Louis's life from the blade of a madman
at this duel. I know too well how that madman would have thrust. We are
both mad--he and I, pursuer and pursued--I have brought it down on both.
Poor Louis! have I pulled down the wrath of God also upon you? What is
this, Michel, that you have brought? Consider what you ask me to do? To
think that any man of our free colony would use a _lettre de cachet_,
and against a brother Canadian! The thing is damnable," and he flung the
parchment into the fire, where it curled up instantly as if sensitive to
the flame, and cracked loudly with bursting blisters.
"Pierre, you are a cursed fool!" de Lotbinière retorted violently, and
left, while Répentigny's face became clouded with an unspeakable torture
of sadness.
The Chevalier de Villerai, who was next on de Lotbinière's list, was one
of the quartermasters of Louis' company, and de Lotbinière, to see him,
would have had to journey to Châlons, some fifty miles away. Being a
relative, he instead wrote him. He received a reply, enclosing one from
de Léry, who was lying ill of his wound. From the embittered sentences
of his nephew, de Lotbinière learned of the insistence of his comrades
on his sending Lecour the challenge, and of the result to de Léry's
right arm. Louis vowed that he would more willingly seek him the next
time, and that the fight would be at sight without any formalities. He
told nothing of Lecour's act of mercy, of which he was apparently
uninformed.
The quartermaster was an easy-going, large-framed man who regarded most
things as an occasion for drinking and joking. He willingly undertook
to assist de Lotbinière to act for the de Léry party among the
Guardsmen, and to take charge of any petitions which might need to be
presented to a military court. He protested good-humouredly, however,
that "he was a _sabreur_, not an advocate." De Lotbinière, having made
these arrangements, went to Versailles and saw the Count de Vaudreuil.
The Count blandly alleged himself "ready to oblige Monsieur de
Lotbinière in any manner in his power."
The Genealogist of France was much interested in the Marquis's story,
and certified in writing that the family name of the Répentignys was not
Lecour, but Le Gardeur.
The Marquis now went to the Prince. He asked for a private audience and
was admitted. Though Poix had not the remotest idea in the world who he
was, yet he received him with obliging courtesy, combined with a certain
customary hauteur.
"'Lecour,' you say, Monsieur? Is that the name?"
"Yes, Prince," the Marquis returned.
"I do not know any such person."
"His stolen appellation is Lecour de Répentigny."
"Répentigny? ah, I know, I know."
"As I have said, sir, the man is a cheat. Here in my hands are proofs of
it, and I, myself, am personal witness against him."
"Ah, this is serious, this is serious," repeated the Prince in a
disturbed tone.
"Your Excellency will, then, order his expulsion from the company?"
"Ah, you ask much, you ask much. I refer you to my adjutant. He manages
those things," and with a slightly impatient gesture the Prince bowed,
and de Lotbinière knew that he must go.
He next proceeded to Troyes to see Collinot. That officer examined
particularly the Genealogist's certificate, went to the records,
compared it with the former attestation, arrived at a conclusion. He
treated the matter as of its full importance, and the only respect in
which he disappointed de Lotbinière was that he did not share the
latter's violent feelings.
"The young man has been an efficient officer," he said regretfully, "and
his conduct that of a gentleman. He is very unfortunate at an age when a
man feels such misfortune keenly. It is regrettable for all of us. But,
no doubt, we must do our duty."
"And preserve our young officers from consorting with the scum of the
people, Monsieur Adjutant."
"He is scarcely scum, sir. One must allow that in point of form he is
_parfaitement bien_. It is likely that the fortune of his father has led
him quite naturally to believe himself fit for the regiment."
"He ought, instead, to have been standing aproned in a pork-market. He
deserves the galleys."
"You are interested, Monsieur, and look at the affair with personal
annoyance. As for me, I am guided solely by the royal ordinance
requiring proofs of sixteen quarterings for entry into the Bodyguard. If
Monsieur Lecour--who is now de Lincy--not Répentigny--cannot show them
satisfactorily, he does not fulfil the ordinance, that is all. He is
to-day at a shooting party."
"This Lincy name is a worse imposture than the other. I tell you,
Monsieur Adjutant, it is _impossible_ for such folk to have nobility."
"Pardon me, sir," said Collinot, taking out his watch. "May I invite you
to review the force?"
"I must deny myself this great honour, inasmuch as I am not ready with
your new infantry drill," returned de Lotbinière, intensely flattered
at an invitation to review Bodyguards.
Besides, he had at last, he said to himself, effected his point. So he
ordered his carriage and departed for Paris to pursue the rest of his
plans.