第 5 节
作者:孤悟      更新:2021-02-19 21:15      字数:9322
  〃In what way?〃 queried St。 Just; smiling in spite of himself at
  the thought of his or any one else's control over Blakeney and his
  plans。
  It was de Batz' turn to be silent。  He paused for a moment or two;
  then he asked abruptly:
  〃Your Scarlet Pimpernel is in Paris now; is he not?〃
  〃I cannot tell you;〃 replied Armand。
  〃Bah! there is no necessity to fence with me; my friend。 The
  moment I set eyes on you this afternoon I knew that you had not
  come to Paris alone。〃
  〃You are mistaken; my good de Batz;〃 rejoined the young man
  earnestly; 〃I came to Paris alone。〃
  〃Clever parrying; on my wordbut wholly wasted on my unbelieving
  ears。  Did I not note at once that you did not seem overpleased
  to…day when I accosted you?〃
  〃Again you are mistaken。  I was very pleased to meet you; for I
  had felt singularly lonely all day; and was glad to shake a friend
  by the hand。  What you took for displeasure was only surprise。〃
  〃Surprise? Ah; yes!  I don't wonder that you were surprised to see
  me walking unmolested and openly in the streets of Pariswhereas
  you had heard of me as a dangerous conspirator; eh ?and as a man
  who has the entire police of his country at his heelson whose
  head there is a pricewhat?〃
  〃I knew that you had made several noble efforts to rescue the
  unfortunate King and Queen from the hands of these brutes。〃
  〃All of which efforts were unsuccessful;〃 assented de Batz
  imperturbably; 〃every one of them having been either betrayed by
  some dd confederate or ferreted out by some astute spy eager for
  gain。  Yes; my friend; I made several efforts to rescue King Louis
  and Queen Marie Antoinette from the scaffold; and every time I was
  foiled; and yet here I am; you see; unscathed and free。  I walk
  about the streets boldly; and talk to my friends as I meet them。〃
  〃You are lucky;〃 said St。 Just; not without a tinge of sarcasm。
  〃I have been prudent;〃 retorted de Batz。  〃I have taken the
  trouble to make friends there where I thought I needed them
  mostthe mammon of unrighteousness; you know…what?〃
  And he laughed a broad; thick laugh of perfect self…satisfaction。
  〃Yes; I know;〃 rejoined St。 Just; with the tone of sarcasm still
  more apparent in his voice now。  〃 You have Austrian money at your
  disposal。〃
  〃Any amount;〃 said the other complacently; 〃and a great deal of it
  sticks to the grimy fingers of these patriotic makers of
  revolutions。  Thus do I ensure my own safety。 I buy it with the
  Emperor's money; and thus am I able to work for the restoration of
  the monarchy in France。〃
  Again St。 Just was silent。  What could he say?  Instinctively now;
  as the fleshy personality of the Gascon Royalist seemed to spread
  itself out and to fill the tiny box with his ambitious schemes and
  his far…reaching plans; Armand's thoughts flew back to that other
  plotter; the man with the pure and simple aims; the man whose
  slender fingers had never handled alien gold; but were ever there
  ready stretched out to the helpless and the weak; whilst his
  thoughts were only of the help that he might give them; but never
  of his own safety。
  De Batz; however; seemed blandly unconscious of any such
  disparaging thoughts in the mind of his young friend; for he
  continued quite amiably; even though a note of anxiety seemed to
  make itself felt now in his smooth voice:
  〃We advance slowly; but step by step; my good St。 Just;〃 he said。
  〃I have not been able to save the monarchy in the person of the
  King or the Queen; but I may yet do it in the person of the
  Dauphin。〃
  〃The Dauphin;〃 murmured St。 Just involuntarily。
  That involuntary murmur; scarcely audible; so soft was it; seemed
  in some way to satisfy de Batz; for the keenness of his gaze
  relaxed; and his fat fingers ceased their nervous; intermittent
  tattoo on the ledge of the box。
  〃Yes ! the Dauphin;〃 he said; nodding his head as if in answer to
  his own thoughts; 〃or rather; let me say; the reigning King of
  FranceLouis XVII; by the grace of Godthe most precious life at
  present upon the whole of this earth。〃
  〃You are right there; friend de Batz;〃 assented Armand fervently;
  〃the most precious life; as you say; and one that must be saved at
  all costs。〃
  〃Yes;〃 said de Batz calmly; 〃but not by your friend the Scarlet
  Pimpernel。〃
  〃Why not?〃
  Scarce were those two little words out of St。 Just's mouth than he
  repented of them。  He bit his lip; and with a dark frown upon his
  face he turned almost defiantly towards his friend。
  But de Batz smiled with easy bonhomie。
  〃Ah; friend Armand;〃 he said; 〃you were not cut out for diplomacy;
  nor yet for intrigue。  So then;〃 he added more seriously; 〃that
  gallant hero; the Scarlet Pimpernel; has hopes of rescuing our
  young King from the clutches of Simon the cobbler and of the herd
  of hyenas on the watch for his attenuated little corpse; eh?〃
  〃I did not say that;〃 retorted St。 Just sullenly。
  〃No。  But I say it。  Nay! nay! do not blame yourself; my
  over…loyal young friend。  Could I; or any one else; doubt for a
  moment that sooner or later your romantic hero would turn his
  attention to the most pathetic sight in the whole of Europethe
  child…martyr in the Temple prison? The wonder were to me if the
  Scarlet Pimpernel ignored our little King altogether for the sake
  of his subjects。  No; no; do not think for a moment that you have
  betrayed your friend's secret to me。  When I met you so luckily
  today I guessed at once that you were here under the banner of the
  enigmatical little red flower; and; thus guessing; I even went a
  step further in my conjecture。  The Scarlet Pimpernel is in Paris
  now in the hope of rescuing Louis XVII from the Temple prison。〃
  〃If that is so; you must not only rejoice but should be able to
  help。〃
  〃And yet; my friend; I do neither the one now nor mean to do the
  other in the future;〃 said de Batz placidly。  〃I happen to be a
  Frenchman; you see。〃
  〃What has that to do with such a question?〃
  〃Everything; though you; Armand; despite that you are a Frenchman
  too; do not look through my spectacles。 Louis XVII is King of
  France; my good St。 Just; he must owe his freedom and his life to
  us Frenchmen; and to no one else。〃
  〃That is sheer madness; man;〃 retorted Armand。 〃Would you have the
  child perish for the sake of your own selfish ideas?〃
  〃You may call them selfish if you will; all patriotism is in a
  measure selfish。  What does the rest of the world care if we are a
  republic or a monarchy; an oligarchy or hopeless anarchy?  We work
  for ourselves and to please ourselves; and I for one will not
  brook foreign interference。〃
  〃Yet you work with foreign money!〃
  〃That is another matter。  I cannot get money in France; so I get
  it where I can; but I can arrange for the escape of Louis XVII is
  King of France; my good St。 Just; he must of France should belong
  the honour and glory of having saved our King。〃
  For the third time now St。 Just allowed the conversation to drop;
  he was gazing wide…eyed; almost appalled at this impudent display
  of well…nigh ferocious selfishness and vanity。  De Batz; smiling
  and complacent; was leaning back in his chair; looking at his
  young friend with perfect contentment expressed in every line of
  his pock…marked face and in the very attitude of his well…fed
  body。  It was easy enough now to understand the remarkable
  immunity which this man was enjoying; despite the many foolhardy
  plots which he hatched; and which had up to now invariably come to
  naught。
  A regular braggart and empty windbag; he had taken but one good
  care; and that was of his own skin。  Unlike other less fortunate
  Royalists of France; he neither fought in the country nor braved
  dangers in town。  He played a safer gamecrossed the frontier and
  constituted himself agent of Austria; he succeeded in gaining the
  Emperor's money for the good of the Royalist cause; and for his
  own most especial benefit。
  Even a less astute man of the world than was Armand St。 Just would
  easily have guessed that de Batz' desire to be the only instrument
  in the rescue of the poor little Dauphin from the Temple was not
  actuated by patriotism; but solely by greed。  Obviously there was
  a rich reward waiting for him in Vienna the day that he brought
  Louis XVII safely into Austrian territory; that reward he would
  miss if a meddlesome Englishman interfered in this affair。 Whether
  in this wrangle he risked the life of the child…King or not
  mattered to him not at all。  It was de Batz who was to get the
  reward; and whose welfare and prosperity mattered more than the
  most precious life in Europe。
  CHAPTER III
  THE DEMON CHANCE
  St。 Just would have given much to be back in his lonely squalid
  lodgings now。  Too late did he realise how wise had been the
  dictum which had warned him against making or renewing friendships
  in France。
  Men had changed with the times。  How terribly they had changed!
  Personal safety had become a fetish with mosta goal so difficult
  to attain that it had to be fought for and striven for; even at
  the expense of humanity and of self…respect。
  Selfishnessthe mere; cold…blooded insistence for self…advancement
  ruled supreme。  De Batz; surfeited with foreign money; used it
  firstly to ensure his own immunity; scatt