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In The Second April
by
“My dear man,” de Soyecourt was saying as John Bulmer came into the room “when you brought this extraordinary epistle to Bellegarde, you must have been perfectly aware that thereby you were forfeiting your life. Accordingly, I am compelled to deny your absurd claims to the immunity of a herald, just as I would decline to receive a herald from the cockroaches.”
“That is cowardly,” the man said. “I come as the representative of an honorable enemy who desires to warn you before he strikes.”
“You come as the representative of vermin,” de Soyecourt retorted, “and as such I receive you. You will therefore, permit me to wish you a pleasant journey into eternity. Why, holà, madame! here is that vagabond guest of ours returned to observation!” The Marquis rose and stepped forward, all abeam. “Mr. Bulmer, I can assure you that I was never more delighted to see anyone in my entire life.”
“Pardon, monseigneur,” one of the attendants here put in,–“but what shall we do with this Achon?”
The Marquis slightly turned his head, his hand still grasping John Bulmer’s. “Why, hang him, of course,” he said. “Did I forget to tell you? But yes, take him out, and have him confessed by Frère Joseph, and hang him at once.” The four men removed their prisoner.
“You find us in the act of dispensing justice,” the Marquis continued, “yet at Bellegarde we temper it with mercy, so that I shall ask no indiscreet questions concerning your absence of last night.”
“But I, monsieur,” said John Bulmer, “I, too, have come to demand justice.”
“Tête-bleu, Mr. Bulmer! and what can I have the joy of doing for you in that respect?”
“You can restore to me my wife.”
And now de Soyecourt cast a smile toward the Duchess, who appeared troubled. “Would you not have known this was an Englishman,” he queried, “by the avowed desire for the society of his own wife? They are a mad race. And indeed, Mr. Bulmer, I would very gladly restore to you this hitherto unheard-of spouse if but I were blest with her acquaintance. As it is–” He waved his hand.
“I married her only yesterday,” said John Bulmer, “and I have reason to believe that she is now within Bellegarde.”
He saw the eyes of de Soyecourt slowly narrow. “Jacques,” said the Marquis, “fetch me the pistol within that cabinet.” The Marquis resumed his seat to the rear of the table, the weapon lying before him. “You may go now, Jacques; this gentleman and I are about to hold a little private conversation.” Then, when the door had closed upon the lackey, de Soyecourt said, “Pray draw up a chair within just ten feet of this table, monsieur, and oblige me with your wife’s maiden name.”
“She was formerly known,” John Bulmer answered, “as Mademoiselle Claire de Puysange.”
The Duchess spoke for the first time. “Oh, the poor man! Monsieur de Soyecourt, he is evidently insane.”
“I do not know about that,” the Marquis said, fretfully, “but in any event I hope that no more people will come to Bellegarde upon missions which, compel me to have them hanged. First there was this Achon, and now you, Mr. Bulmer, come to annoy me.–Listen, monsieur,” he went on, presently: “last evening Mademoiselle de Puysange announced to the Duchess and me that her impending match with the Duke of Ormskirk must necessarily be broken off, as she was already married. She had, she stated, encountered you and a clergyman yonder the forest, where, on the spur of the moment, you two had espoused each other; and was quite unable to inform us what had become of you after the ceremony. You can conceive that, as a sensible man, I did not credit a word of her story. But now, as I understand it, you corroborate this moonstruck narrative?”
John Bulmer bowed his head. “I have that honor, monsieur.”
De Soyecourt sounded the gong beside him. “In that event, it is uncommonly convenient to have you in hand. Your return, to Bellegarde I regard as opportune, even though I am compelled to attribute it to insanity; personally, I disapprove of this match with Milor Ormskirk, but as Gaston is bent upon it, you will understand that in reason my only course is to make Claire a widow as soon as may be possible.”