THE DECISION.
Morok, who wore his left arm in a sling, having slowly ascended the staircase, saluted the burgomaster respectfully.At sight of the repulsive countenance of the lion-tamer, Rose and Blanche, affrighted, drew back a step nearer to the soldier.The brow of the latter grew dark, for he felt his blood boil against Morok, the cause of all his difficulties--though he was yet ignorant that Goliath, at the instigation of the Prophet, had stolen his portfolio and papers.
"What did you want, Morok?" said the burgomaster, with an air half friendly and half displeased."I told the landlord that I did not wish to be interrupted."
"I have come to render you a service, Mr.Burgomaster."
"A service?"
"Yes, a great service; or I should not have ventured to disturb you.My conscience reproaches me."
"Your conscience."
"Yes, Mr.Burgomaster, it reproaches me for not having told you all that I had to tell about this man; a false pity led me astray."
"Yell, but what have you to tell?"
Morok approached the judge, and spoke to him for sometime in a low voice.
At first apparently much astonished, the burgomaster became by degrees deeply attentive and anxious; every now and then be allowed some exclamation of surprise or doubt to escape him, whilst he glanced covertly at the group formed by Dagobert and the two young girls.By the expression of his countenance, which grew every moment more unquiet, severe, and searching, it was easy to perceive that the interest which the magistrate had felt for the orphans and for the soldier, was gradually changed, by the secret communications of the Prophet, into a sentiment of distrust and hostility.
Dagobert saw this sudden revolution, and his fears, which had been appeased for an instant, returned with redoubled force; Rose and Blanche, confused, and not understanding the object of this mute scene, looked at the soldier with increased perplexity.
"The devil!" said the burgomaster, rising abruptly; "all of this never occurred to me.What could I have been thinking of? -But you see, Morok, when one is roused up in the middle of the night, one has not always presence of mind.You said well: it is a great service you came to render me."
"I assert nothing positively, but--"
"No matter; 'tis a thousand to one that you are right."
"It is only a suspicion founded upon divers circumstances; but even a suspicion--"
"May give you scent of the truth.And here was I, going like a gull into the snare!--Once more, what could I have been thinking of?"
"It is so difficult to be on guard against certain appearances."
"You need not tell me so, my dear Morok, you need not tell me so."
During this mysterious conversation, Dagobert was on thorns; he saw vaguely that a violent storm was about to burst.He thought only of how he should still keep his anger within bounds.
Morok again approached the judge, and glancing at the orphans, recommenced speaking in a low voice."Oh" cried the burgomaster, with, indignation, "you go too far now."
"I affirm nothing," said Morok, hastily; "it is a mere supposition founded on--" and he again brought his lips close to the ear of the judge.
"After all, why not?" resumed the magistrate, lifting up his hands; "such people are capable of anything.He says that he brings them from the heart of Siberia: why may not all this prove to be a tissue of impudent falsehoods?--But I am not to be made a dupe twice," cried the burgomaster, in an angry tone, for, like all persons of a weak and shifting character, he was without pity for those whom he thought capable of having beguiled his compassion.
"Do not be in a hurry to decide--don't give to my words more weight than they deserve," resumed Morok with a hypocritical affectation of humility.
"I am unhappily placed in so false a position with regard to this man,"--
pointing to Dagober--"that I might be thought to have acted from private resentment for the injury he has done me; perhaps I may so act without knowing it, while I fancy that I am only influenced by love of justice, horror of falsehood, and respect for our holy religion.Well--who lives long enough will know--and may heaven forgive me if I am deceived!--In any case, the law will pronounce upon it; and if they should prove innocent, they will be released in a month or two."
"And, for that reason, I need not hesitate.It is a mere measure of precaution; they will not die of it.Besides, the more I think of it, the more it seems probable.Yes this man is doubtless a French spy or agitator, especially when I compare these suspicions with the late demonstration of the students at Frankfort."
"And, upon that theory, nothing is better fitted to excite and stir up those hot-headed youths than--" He glanced significantly at the two sisters; then, after a pause, he added with a sigh, "Satan does not care by what means he works out his ends!"
"Certainly, it would be odious, but well-devised."
"And then, Mr Burgomaster, look at him attentively: you will see that this man has a dangerous face.You will see--"
In continuing thus to speak in a low tone, Morok had evidently pointed to Dagobert.The latter, notwithstanding his self-command, felt that the restraint he had imposed upon himself, since his arrival at this unlucky inn, and above all wince the commencement of the conversation between Morok and the burgomaster, was becoming no longer bearable; besides, he saw clearly that all his efforts to conciliate the favor of the judge were rendered completely null by the fatal influence of the brute-tamer;
so, losing patience, he advanced towards him with his arms folded on his breast, and said to him in a subdued voice: "Was it of me that you were whispering to Mr.Burgomaster?"
"Yes," said Morok, looking fixedly at him.