第65章 SOME SCRAPS OF PAPER.(3)
I had not been mistaken， then， and was face to face with some coming tragedy. Having once yielded， I made no further efforts at self-control. The waiters were running about； no one paid any attention to me； and creeping to the place that the unknown had occupied， Iobtained possession of two more scraps of paper. Upon one I read， 'shame and horror！' upon the other， 'one hundred thousand francs by to-night.' The meaning of these few words were as clear as daylight to me； but for all that， I managed to collect every atom of the torn paper， and piecing them together， read this：--" 'CHARLES，-- 'I must have one hundred thousand francs to-night， and you are the only one to whom I can apply. The shame and horror of my position are too much for me. Can you send it me in two hours？ As you act， so I regulate my conduct. I am either saved， or I blow out my brains.'
"You are probably surprised， Marquis， at the accuracy of my memory， and even now I can see this scrawl as distinctly as if it were before me. At the end of this scrawl was a signature， one of the best known commercial names， which， in common with other financial houses， was struggling against a panic on the Bourse. My discovery disturbed me very much. I forgot all my miseries， and thought only of his. Were not our positions entirely similar？ But by degrees a hideous temptation began to creep into my heart， and， as the minutes passed by， assume more vivid color and more tangible reality. Why should I not profit by this stolen secret？ I went to the desk and asked for some wafers and a Directory. Then， returning， I fastened the torn fragments upon a clean sheet of paper， discovered the address of the writer， and then left the /café/. The house was situated in the Rue Chaussee d'Autin. For fully half an hour I paced up and down before his magnificent dwelling-place. Was he alive？ Had the reply of Charles been in the affirmative？ I decided at last to venture， and rang the bell. Aliveried domestic appeared at my summons， and said that his master did not receive visitors at that hour； besides， he was at dinner. I was exasperated at the man's insolence， and replied hotly， 'If you want to save your master from a terrible misfortune， go and tell him that a man has brought him the rough draft of the letter he wrote a little time back at the /Café Semblon/.' The man obeyed me without a word， no doubt impressed by the earnestness of my manner. My message must have caused intense consternation， for in a moment the footman reappeared， and， in an obsequious manner， said， 'Follow at once， sir； my master is waiting for you.' He led me into a large room， magnificently furnished as a library， and in the centre of this room stood the man of the /Café Semblon/. His face was deadly pale， and his eyes blazed with fury. I was so agitated that I could hardly speak.
" 'You have picked up the scraps of paper I threw away？' exclaimed he.
"I nodded， and showed him the fragments fastened on to the sheet of note-paper.
" 'How much do you want for that？' asked he. 'I will give you a thousand francs.'
"I declare to you， gentlemen， that up to this time I had no intention of making money by the secret. My intention in going had been simply to say， 'I bring you this paper， of which some one else might have taken an undue advantage. I have done you a service； lend me a hundred francs.' This is what I meant to say， but his behavior irritated me， and I answered，--" 'No， I want two thousand francs.'
"He opened a drawer， drew out a bundle of banknotes， and threw them in my face.
" 'Pay yourself， you villain！' said he.
"I can， I fear， never make you understand what I felt at this undeserved insult. I was not myself， and Heaven knows that I was not responsible for any crime that I might have committed in the frenzy of the moment， and I was nearly doing so. That man will， perhaps， never see death so near him， save at his last hour. On his writing table lay one of those Catalan daggers， which he evidently used as a paper-cutter. I snatched it up， and was about to strike， when the recollection of Marie dying of cold and starvation occurred to me. Idashed the knife to the ground， and rushed from the house in a state bordering on insanity. I went into that house an honest man， and left it a degraded scoundrel. But I must finish. When I reached the street， the two banknotes which I had taken from the packet seemed to burn me like coals of fire. I hastened to a money-changer， and got coin for them. I think， from my demeanor， he must have thought that I was insane. With my plunder weighing me down， I regained our wretched garret in the Rue de la Harpe. Catenac and Hortebise were waiting for me with the utmost anxiety. You remember that day， my friends.
Marquis， my story is especially intended for you. As soon as I entered the room， my friends ran up to me， delighted at seeing me return in safety， but I thrust them aside.
" 'Let me alone！' cried I； 'I am no longer fit to take an honest man's hand； but we have money， money！' And I threw the bags upon the table.
One of them burst， and a flood of silver coins rolled to every part of the room.
"Marie started from her chair with upraised hands. 'Money！' she repeated， 'money！ we shall have food， and I won't die.'
"My friends， Marquis， were not as they are now， and they started back in horror， fearing that I had committed some crime.
" 'No，' said I， 'I have committed no crime， not one， at least， that will bring me within the reach of the strong arm of the law. This money is the price of our honor， but no one will know that fact but ourselves.'
"Marquis， there was no sleeping in the garret all that night； but when daylight peered through the broken windows， it beamed on a table covered with empty bottles， and round it were seated three men， who， having cast aside all honorable scruples， had sworn that they would arrive at wealth and prosperity by any means， no matter how foul and treacherous they might be. That is all."