where the heart is, and
insert it gradually,
softly and
gently. That's
all but the point would have been
driven by Mme. Mergy. You understand:
a mother is
pitiless, a mother whose son is about to die!... 'Speak,
Daubrecq, or I'll go deeper. ... You won't speak? ... Then I'll push
another quarter of an inch... and another still.' And the patient's
heart stops
beating, the heart that feels the
needle coming... And
another quarter of an inch ... and one more... I swear before Heaven
that the
villain would have spoken!... We leant over him and waited for
him to wake, trembling with
impatience, so
urgent was our hurry... Can't
you picture the scene,
monsieur le secretaire-general? The scoundrel
lying on a sofa, well bound, bare-chested, making efforts to throw off
the fumes of chloroform that dazed him. He breathes quicker... He
gasps... He recovers consciousness...his lips move. ... Already,
Clarisse Mergy whispers, 'It's I... it's I, Clarisse... Will you answer,
you wretch?' She has put her finger on Daubrecq's chest, at the spot
where the heart stirs like a little animal
hidden under the skin. But
she says to me, 'His eyes ... his eyes... I can't see them under the
spectacles... I want to see them... 'And I also want to see those eyes
which I do not know, I want to see their
anguish and I want to read in
them, before I hear a word, the secret which is about to burst from the
inmost recesses of the terrified body. I want to see. I long to see.
The action which I am about to accomplish excites me beyond
measure. It
seems to me that, when I have seen the eyes, the veil will be rent
asunder. I shall know things. It is a presentiment. It is the profound
intuition of the truth that keeps me on tenterhooks. The eye-glasses
are gone. But the thick opaque spectacles are there still. And I snatch
them off, suddenly. And, suddenly, startled by a disconcerting vision,
dazzled by the quick light that breaks in upon me and laughing, oh, but
laughing fit to break my jaws, with my thumb - do you understand? with my
thumb - hop, I force out the left eye!"
M. Nicole was really laughing, as he said, fit to break his jaws. And
he was no longer the timid little unctuous and obsequious provincial
usher, but a well-set-up fellow, who, after reciting and mimicking the
whole scene with
impressiveardour, was now laughing with a shrill
laughter the sound of which made Prasville's flesh creep:
"Hop! Jump, Marquis! Out of your
kennel, Towzer! What's the use of
two eyes? It's one more than you want. Hop! I say, Clarisse, look
at it rolling over the carpet! Mind Daubrecq's eye! Be careful with
the grate!"
M. Nicole, who had risen and pretended to be
hunting after something
across the room, now sat down again, took from his pocket a thing shaped
like a
marble, rolled it in the hollow of his hand, chucked it in the
air, like a ball, put it back in his fob and said, coolly:
"Daubrecq's left eye."
Prasville was utterly bewildered. What was his strange
visitor driving
at? What did all this story mean? Pale with
excitement, he said:
"Explain yourself."
"But it's all explained, it seems to me. And it fits in so well with
things as they were, fits in with all the conjectures which I had been
making in spite of myself and which would
inevitably have led to my
solving the
mystery, if that
damned Daubrecq had not so cleverly sent
me astray! Yes, think, follow the trend of my suppositions: 'As the
list is not to be discovered away from Daubrecq,' I said to myself, 'it
cannot exist away from Daubrecq. And, as it is not to be discovered in
the clothes he wears, it must be
hidden deeper still, in himself, to
speak
plainly, in his flesh, under his skin... "
"In his eye, perhaps?" suggested Prasviile, by way of a joke... "
"In his eye? Monsieur le secretaire-general, you have said the word."
"What?"
"I repeat, in his eye. And it is a truth that ought to have occurred
to my mind logically, instead of being revealed to me by accident. And
I will tell you why. Daubrecq knew that Clarisse had seen a letter from
him instructing an English
manufacturer to 'empty the
crystal within, so
as to leave a void which it was unpossible to suspect.' Daubrecq was
bound, in
prudence, to
divert any attempt at search. And it was for
this reason that he had a
crystal stopper made, 'emptied within,' after
a model supplied by himself. And it is this
crystal stopper which you
and I have been after for months; and it is this
crystal stopper which I
dug out of a
packet of
tobacco. Whereas all I had to do... "
"Was what?" asked Prasville, greatly puzzled.