set up a
ladder in the river and then clambered up the face of
the cliff till he came to the window of the room. After filing
the bars, he succeeded in releasing the woman he loved and
bringing her down with him by means of a rope. They both reached
the top of the
ladder, which was watched by his friends, when a
shot was fired from the patrol-path and hit the man in the
shoulder. The two lovers were hurled into space.... "
There was a pause, after he had read this, a long pause during which
each of them drew a
mental picture of the
tragic escape. So, three or
four centuries earlier, a man, risking his life, had attempted that
surprising feat and would have succeeded but for the
vigilance of some
sentry who heard the noise. A man had ventured! A man had dared! A
man done it!
Lupin raised his eyes to Clarisse. She was looking at him... with such
a
desperate, such a beseeching look! The look of a mother who demanded
the impossible and who would have sacrificed anything to save her son.
"Masher," he said, "get a strong rope, but very
slender, so that I can
roll it round my waist, and very long: fifty or sixty yards. You,
Growler, go and look for three or four
ladders and
fasten them end to
end."
"Why, what are you thinking of,
governor?" cried the two accomplices.
"What, you mean to... But it's madness!"
"Madness? Why? What another has done I can do."
"But it's a hundred chances to one that you break your neck."
"Well, you see, Masher, there's one chance that I don't."
"But,
governor... "
"That's enough, my friends. Meet me in an hour on the river-bank."
The preparations took long in the making. It was difficult to find the
material for a fifty-foot
ladder that would reach the first ledge of
the cliff; and it required an endless effort and care to join the
different sections.
At last, a little after nine o'clock, it was set up in the middle of
the river and held in position by a boat, the bows of which were wedged
between two of the rungs, while the stern was rammed into the bank.
The road through the river-valley was little used, and nobody came to
interrupt the work. The night was dark, the sky heavy with moveless
clouds.
Lupin gave the Masher and the Growler their final instructions and said,
with a laugh:
"I can't tell you how amused I am at the thought of
seeing Daubrecq's
face when they proceed to take his scalp or slice his skin into ribbons.
Upon my word, it's worth the journey."
Clarisse also had taken a seat in the boat. He said to her:
"Until we meet again. And, above all, don't stir. Whatever happens,
not a
movement, not a cry."
"Can anything happen?" she asked.
"Why, remember the Sire de Tancarville! It was at the very moment when
he was achieving his object, with his true love in his arms, that an
accident betrayed him. But be easy: I shall be all right."
She made no reply. She seized his hand and grasped it warmly between
her own.
He put his foot on the
ladder and made sure that it did not sway too
much. Then he went up.
He soon reached the top rung.
This was where the dangerous
ascent began, a difficult
ascent at the
start, because of the
excessive steepness, and developing, mid-way, into
an
absolute escalade.
Fortunately, here and there were little hollows, in which his feet found
a resting-place, and projecting stones, to which his hands clung. But
twice those stones gave way and he slipped; and twice he
firmly believed
that all was lost. Finding a deeper hollow, he took a rest. He was
worn out, felt quite ready to throw up the
enterprise, asked himself if
it was really worth while for him to
expose himself to such danger:
"I say!" he thought. "Seems to me you're showing the white feather,
Lupin, old boy. Throw up the
enterprise? Then Daubrecq will
babble his
secret, the
marquis will possess himself of the list, Lupin will return
empty-handed, and Gilbert... "
The long rope which he had
fastened round his waist caused him needless
inconvenience and
fatigue. He fixed one of the ends to the strap of his
trousers and let the rope uncoil all the way down the
ascent, so that he
could use it, on returning, as a hand-rail.
Then he once more clutched at the rough surface of the cliff and continued
the climb, with bruised nails and bleeding fingers. At every moment he
expected the
inevitable fall. And what discouraged him most was to hear
the murmur of voices rising from the boat, murmur so
distinct that it
seemed as though he were not increasing the distance between his
companions and himself.