AN UNEXPECTED ALLIANCE
Fortified with the glimpse into the camp of his adversaries which his
bold call upon de Lotbinière gave, Germain lost no time in making his
preparations for the approaching battle. Grancey, at Troyes, received a
hasty line from him--
"Complete proofs now ready; am coming."
The Baron was among a group of comrades in his chambers when the note
arrived. He immediately ordered wine, over which they discussed in
heated terms of sympathy the persecution of their friend and comrade.
When Germain appeared at the gates it seemed as if sunshine had returned
to the company. To him their happy faces were an exhilaration, and he
felt as if he were living once more. His fellow-officers rushed towards
him, and the Guardsmen crowded around. He was besieged with questions,
refreshments were brought to him, and they carried him in triumph to his
former chambers, which they had decorated with flowers. As soon as he
could he made his way to Collinot, and asked that a time be fixed for
the hearing of his case.
"This day fortnight at ten of the clock before noon," Collinot said in
his decisive, military manner.
Lecour saluted and retired, and the Adjutant wrote a notice for de Léry
to prepare his counter-proof.
Both sides entered into the contest with the utmost activity.
Germain's party gave him a banquet, whereat he, crowned with honours and
elated by the surrounding enthusiasm, made an oration which sent all
those present forth after the festivity to spread again the burning
conviction of his stainless honour and of the shameful conduct of his
enemies. It was all a desperate game, as he knew perfectly well. But the
stake was high--the object of his life--Cyrène.
Louis de Léry immediately sent to de Lotbinière the notice he received
from Collinot. The measures of the Marquis were varied and vigorous.
First he took the Record with him, and travelled posthaste to Châlons,
where he asked de Léry to take him to their relative, de Villerai.
"You are the man to present this, my dear Villerai," said he. "Being in
this distinguished corps, you have an influence to which none of the
rest of us can pretend. I leave the papers in your hands. You have
merely to hand them to the Prince de Poix or Adjutant Collinot to secure
absolutely the obliteration of that _canaille_."
"Certainly, certainly. Leave them with me. They shall be perfectly safe
in my possession. Believe me, dear de Lotbinière, I shall do everything
excellently for you."
De Lotbinière, reading the easy-going face of the bluff epicurean in
uniform, said to himself, "If it required any brains I could not trust
you."
The Record was therefore left in de Villerai's charge.
De Lotbinière next went to Paris and wrote to Collinot, stating that de
Villerai would be on hand on the day appointed, prepared to present the
de Léry side of the case. He furthermore wrote to the Count de
Vaudreuil, reminding him of the Canadian connections of his family, and
invoking his exalted interest at Court against the intruder upon their
social rights. The Prince de Poix was likewise reminded by him, in a
letter, of the decision he had expressed against Lecour during their
interview some months before.
These precautions taken, he remained in Paris, confidently awaiting the
outbreak of his powder mines and the destruction of the _parvenu_.
Matters lay in a condition of suspense until the fateful hour.
In the afternoon of the day previous the Châlons diligence brought a
stranger who sought out Germain in his quarters. The face was so
familiar that Germain's attention was riveted upon him.
"You do not know me, I see," said the man; "but I am come to do you a
good turn, a fine turn, a noble turn."
By something erratic in his look Lecour recognised the would-be slayer
of de Léry, and his hand crept towards the hilt of his sword.
"Don't be afraid of me," said the maniac; "we are allies."
"I am not afraid," Lecour answered. "What do you wish of me?"
"To give you this," Philibert exclaimed gaily, handing him a packet.
"Take it; your battle is won."
With incredulous wonder Lecour looked at the parcel.
"Do you know who I am?" the stranger cried.
"You are Philibert," replied Lecour.
"I am The Instrument of Vengeance," the other corrected, and departed
without a bow.
On opening the packet Germain, to his utter astonishment, found de
Lotbinière's Record, the precious armoury collected with so much labour
by his enemies and so necessary to their case.
As he looked over the documents it contained and felt the sharpness of
the different thrusts, he turned hot and dizzy; but the fact that this
great find was in his possession, and lost to his opponents, gave him
inexpressible satisfaction. He pored over them till far past midnight,
when at last his feeling of exultation gave way to overwhelming remorse.
His aspect suddenly became that of haggard misery itself; his head
dropped, and he murmured in a low, agonised voice, "Is poor Germain
Lecour really a liar, a pretender, a forger, a----" Aghast, his lips
refused to pronounce the word.
His head dropped still lower; at the movement something fell out of his
breast upon the floor. For some moments he did not perceive it. "Yet
these things--liar, pretender, forger--what are they more than words
contrived by the powerful to condemn the doings of the weak? Whom have I
wronged? Have not I only defended myself? Why should the contrivances of
society--not mine--stand between me and all that is worth living for?"
His glance at length lighted upon the object which had fallen from his
bosom--a large locket. The fall had sprung open its lid, and he was face
to face with the miniature image of Cyrène. The light of his consuming
passion flamed in his strangely transformed eyes.
"For you, everything," he murmured, sobbing.