Chauvelin sat down at the table, which had been prepared for the tall Englishman, and the innkeeper busied himself obsequiously round him, dishing up the soup and pouring out the wine.The man who had entered with Chauvelin and whom Marguerite could not see, stood waiting close by the door.
At a brusque sign from Chauvelin, Brogard had hurried back to the inner room, and the former now beckoned to the man who had accompanied him.
In him Marguerite at once recognised Desgas, Chauvelin's secretary and confidential factotum, whom she had often seen in Paris, in days gone by.He crossed the room, and for a moment or two listened attentively at the Brogards' door.
"Not listening?" asked Chauvelin, curtly.
"No, citoyen."
For a moment Marguerite dreaded lest Chauvelin should order Desgas to search the place; what would happen if she were to be discovered, she hardly dared to imagine.Fortunately, however, Chauvelin seemed more impatient to talk to his secretary than afraid of spies, for he called Desgas quickly back to his side.
"The English schooner?" he asked.
"She was lost sight of at sundown, citoyen," replied Desgas, "but was then ****** west, towards Cap Gris Nez.""Ah!--good!--" muttered Chauvelin, "and now, about Captain Jutley?--what did he say?""He assured me that all the orders you sent him last week have been implicitly obeyed.All the roads which converge to this place have been patrolled night and day ever since: and the beach and cliffs have been most rigorously searched and guarded.""Does he know where this `Pere Blanchard's' hut is?""No, citoyen, nobody seems to know of it by that name.There are any amount of fisherman's huts all along the course...but...""That'll do.Now about tonight?" interrupted Chauvelin, impatiently.
"The roads and the beach are patrolled as usual, citoyen, and Captain Jutley awaits further orders.""Go back to him at once, then.Tell him to send reinforcements to the various patrols; and especially to those along the beach--you understand?"Chauvelin spoke curtly and to the point, and every word he uttered struck at Marguerite's heart like the death-knell of her fondest hopes.
"The men," he continued, "are to keep the sharpest possible look-out for any stranger who may be walking, riding, or driving, along the road or the beach, more especially for a tall stranger, whom I need not describe further, as probably he will be disguised; but he cannot very well conceal his height, except by stooping.You understand?""Perfectly, citoyen," replied Desgas.
"As soon as any of the men have sighted a stranger, two of them are to keep him in view.The man who loses sight of the tall stranger, after he is once seen, will pay for his negligence with his life; but one man is to ride straight back here and report to me.Is that clear?""Absolutely clear, citoyen."
"Very well, then.Go and see Jutley at once.See the reinforcements start off for the patrol duty, then ask the captain to let you have a half-a-dozen more men and bring them here with you.
You can be back in ten minutes.Go--"
Desgas saluted and went to the door.
