Scenes from a Courtesan's Life [232]
in the boss so fanatical, that he no longer hesitated. La Pouraille revealed the names of his accomplices, a secret hitherto well kept. This was all Jacques needed to know.
"That is the whole story. Ruffard was the third in the job with me and Godet----"
"Arrache-Laine?" cried Jacques Collin, giving Ruffard his nickname among the gang.
"That's the man.--And the blackguards peached because I knew where they had hidden their whack, and they did not know where mine was."
"You are making it all easy, my cherub!" said Jacques Collin.
"What?"
"Well," replied the master, "you see how wise it is to trust me entirely. Your revenge is now part of the hand I am playing.--I do not ask you to tell me where the dibs are, you can tell me at the last moment; but tell me all about Ruffard and Godet."
"You are, and you always will be, our boss; I have no secrets from you," replied la Pouraille. "My money is in the cellar at la Gonore's."
"And you are not afraid of her telling?"
"Why, get along! She knows nothing about my little game!" replied la Pouraille. "I make her drunk, though she is of the sort that would never blab even with her head under the knife.--But such a lot of gold----!"
"Yes, that turns the milk of the purest conscience," replied Jacques Collin.
"So I could do the job with no peepers to spy me. All the chickens were gone to roost. The shiners are three feet underground behind some wine-bottles. And I spread some stones and mortar over them."
"Good," said Jacques Collin. "And the others?"
"Ruffard's pieces are with la Gonore in the poor woman's bedroom, and he has her tight by that, for she might be nabbed as accessory after the fact, and end her days in Saint-Lazare."
"The villain! The reelers teach a thief what's what," said Jacques.
"Godet left his pieces at his sister's, a washerwoman; honest girl, she may be caught for five years in La Force without dreaming of it. The pal raised the tiles of the floor, put them back again, and guyed."
"Now do you know what I want you to do?" said Jacques Collin, with a magnetizing gaze at la Pouraille.
"What?"
"I want you to take Madeleine's job on your shoulders."
La Pouraille started queerly; but he at once recovered himself and stood at attention under the boss' eye.
"So you shy at that? You dare to spoil my game? Come, now! Four murders or three. Does it not come to the same thing?"
"Perhaps."
"By the God of good-fellowship, there is no blood in your veins! And I was thinking of saving you!"
"How?"
"Idiot, if we promise to give the money back to the family, you will only be lagged for life. I would not give a piece for your nut if we keep the blunt, but at this moment you are worth seven hundred thousand francs, you flat."
"Good for you, boss!" cried la Pouraille in great glee.
"And then," said Jacques Collin, "besides casting all the murders on Ruffard--Bibi-Lupin will be finely cold. I have him this time."
La Pouraille was speechless at this suggestion; his eyes grew round, and he stood like an image.
He had been three months in custody, and was committed for trial, and his chums at La Force, to whom he had never mentioned his accomplices, had given him such small comfort, that he was entirely hopeless after his examination, and this simple expedient had been quite overlooked by these prison-ridden minds. This semblance of a hope almost stupefied his brain.
"Have Ruffard and Godet had their spree yet? Have they forked out any of the yellow boys?" asked Jacques Collin.
"They dare not," replied la Pouraille. "The wretches are waiting till I am turned off. That is what my moll sent me word by la Biffe when she came to see le Biffon."
"Very well; we will have their whack of money in twenty-four hours," said Jacques Collin. "Then the blackguards cannot pay up, as you will; you will come out as white as snow, and they will be red with all that blood! By my kind offices you will seem a good sort of fellow led away by them. I shall have money enough of yours to prove alibis on the other counts,
"That is the whole story. Ruffard was the third in the job with me and Godet----"
"Arrache-Laine?" cried Jacques Collin, giving Ruffard his nickname among the gang.
"That's the man.--And the blackguards peached because I knew where they had hidden their whack, and they did not know where mine was."
"You are making it all easy, my cherub!" said Jacques Collin.
"What?"
"Well," replied the master, "you see how wise it is to trust me entirely. Your revenge is now part of the hand I am playing.--I do not ask you to tell me where the dibs are, you can tell me at the last moment; but tell me all about Ruffard and Godet."
"You are, and you always will be, our boss; I have no secrets from you," replied la Pouraille. "My money is in the cellar at la Gonore's."
"And you are not afraid of her telling?"
"Why, get along! She knows nothing about my little game!" replied la Pouraille. "I make her drunk, though she is of the sort that would never blab even with her head under the knife.--But such a lot of gold----!"
"Yes, that turns the milk of the purest conscience," replied Jacques Collin.
"So I could do the job with no peepers to spy me. All the chickens were gone to roost. The shiners are three feet underground behind some wine-bottles. And I spread some stones and mortar over them."
"Good," said Jacques Collin. "And the others?"
"Ruffard's pieces are with la Gonore in the poor woman's bedroom, and he has her tight by that, for she might be nabbed as accessory after the fact, and end her days in Saint-Lazare."
"The villain! The reelers teach a thief what's what," said Jacques.
"Godet left his pieces at his sister's, a washerwoman; honest girl, she may be caught for five years in La Force without dreaming of it. The pal raised the tiles of the floor, put them back again, and guyed."
"Now do you know what I want you to do?" said Jacques Collin, with a magnetizing gaze at la Pouraille.
"What?"
"I want you to take Madeleine's job on your shoulders."
La Pouraille started queerly; but he at once recovered himself and stood at attention under the boss' eye.
"So you shy at that? You dare to spoil my game? Come, now! Four murders or three. Does it not come to the same thing?"
"Perhaps."
"By the God of good-fellowship, there is no blood in your veins! And I was thinking of saving you!"
"How?"
"Idiot, if we promise to give the money back to the family, you will only be lagged for life. I would not give a piece for your nut if we keep the blunt, but at this moment you are worth seven hundred thousand francs, you flat."
"Good for you, boss!" cried la Pouraille in great glee.
"And then," said Jacques Collin, "besides casting all the murders on Ruffard--Bibi-Lupin will be finely cold. I have him this time."
La Pouraille was speechless at this suggestion; his eyes grew round, and he stood like an image.
He had been three months in custody, and was committed for trial, and his chums at La Force, to whom he had never mentioned his accomplices, had given him such small comfort, that he was entirely hopeless after his examination, and this simple expedient had been quite overlooked by these prison-ridden minds. This semblance of a hope almost stupefied his brain.
"Have Ruffard and Godet had their spree yet? Have they forked out any of the yellow boys?" asked Jacques Collin.
"They dare not," replied la Pouraille. "The wretches are waiting till I am turned off. That is what my moll sent me word by la Biffe when she came to see le Biffon."
"Very well; we will have their whack of money in twenty-four hours," said Jacques Collin. "Then the blackguards cannot pay up, as you will; you will come out as white as snow, and they will be red with all that blood! By my kind offices you will seem a good sort of fellow led away by them. I shall have money enough of yours to prove alibis on the other counts,