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general; when the door of the cabinet was opened; and the Mameluke
Roustan appeared at the entrance。

〃Consul;〃 he said; softly; 〃Councillor Real is again here; and
pressingly desires an audience。〃

Bonaparte rose; and threw away the knife。 〃Real!〃 he cried in a loud
tone。

The man who was summoned immediately appeared at the open doora
tall; grave personage; with a face so pale and distorted that
Bonaparte noticed it; despite his great agitation。

〃What is it; Real?〃 he asked; eagerly。 〃Have you spoken with the
condemned man?〃

〃Yes; general; I have spoken with him;〃 whispered Real; with pale
lips。

〃And it is as I said; is it not? This Doctor Querolle has only
pretended to be able to make great disclosures; only to prolong his
own life a few hours。 He has poisoned his wife; in order to marry
his mistress; and the poisoner is executed。〃

〃General;〃 cried Fouche; almost with an air of joy; 〃I knew
Querolle; and I knew that his wife poisoned herself。 Querolle is not
a poisoner。〃

〃What is he then; M。 Omniscience?〃

〃General; he is a conspirator!〃

〃A conspirator!〃 repeated Bonaparte; and now his troubled face
turned again to the councillor。 〃Real; what do you know? What did
the condemned man say to you?〃

〃Consul; he swore that he was innocent of the death of his wife; but
he acknowledged himself a member of a conspiracy; the object of
which is to murder General Bonaparte。 He asserts that the royalists
and republicans have allied themselves; that fifty emissaries of the
Count de Lille and the Duke d'Enghien; Pichegru and Georges at their
head; have crept into Paris; that they had an interview yesterday
with General Moreau; and with the so…called King Louis XVII。; who is
secreted in Paris; and that at this hour those fifty men are
prowling around the streets of the city; and are watching the
Tuileries; waiting for an opportunity to kill the First Consul。〃

The troubled eye of Bonaparte turned slowly from the pale face of
Councillor Real to the calm; sagacious face of Fouche; which guarded
itself well from expressing any token of triumph and satisfaction。
The consul then walked slowly through the room; and with his foot
pushed open the door leading into the great reception…room; in
which; at this hour every day; all the dignitaries of the republic
were assembled; to receive the orders of Bonaparte。

〃Murat!〃 cried Bonaparte; loudly; and at once the person summoned;
General Murat; at that time governor of Paris; appeared at the door
of the cabinet。

〃Murat;〃 said Bonaparte; in the tones in which he issued his
commands on the battle…field; 〃give orders at once that the gates of
Paris be closed; and that no stranger be allowed to go out of the
city till you have further orders。 You will come to me in an hour;
and receive a proclamation to your soldiers; which you will sign;
have it printed and posted at the street…corners of Paris。 Make all
these preparations! Go!〃

Murat withdrew from the room with a salutation of deference; and now
the commanding voice of Bonaparte summoned his chief adjutant from
the reception…room。

〃Duroc;〃 said the First Consul; with calm; almost solemn voice; 〃you
will go with twelve soldiers in pursuit of General Moreau; and
arrest him wherever you find him。〃

The noble; open face of Duroc grew pale; and put on an expression of
horror and amazement。 〃General;〃 he whispered; 〃I beg that…〃

But this time Bonaparte would not listen to the soothing words of
his favorite。

〃No replies!〃 he thundered。 〃You have only to obey! Nothing more!〃

Duroc; pale and agitated; withdrew; and Bonaparte closed the door of
the cabinet。 〃Real;〃 he said; 〃return to the prison of the condemned
man; take him his pardon; and bring him to me; that I may hear him
myself。 Hasten!〃

Real withdrew; and Bonaparte and Fouche remained alone。

〃You have given your proofs; Fouche; and now I believe you。 When
wolves are to be hunted down you are a good bloodhound; and we will
begin the chase。 I make you from this moment chief of the secret
police; your first duty will be to bring this matter to an end; and
help me to tear to pieces the whole murderous web; your reward being
that I will nominate you again minister of police。 'Footnote: The
appointment of Fouche as the chief of police took place in June of
the year 1804。' I will fulfil my promise so soon as you shall have
made good yours; and put me in possession of the chief
conspirators。〃

〃You have just arrested Moreau; general;〃 replied Fouche;
deferentially。 〃I give you my word that in a few hours Pichegru and
Georges will be apprehended。〃

〃You forget the chief person;〃 cried Bonaparte; over whose brazen
forehead a thunder…cloud seemed to pass。 〃You forget the caricature
of buried royalty; the so…called King Louis XVII。 Hush! I tell you I
will have this man。 I will draw out the fangs of this royal adder;
so that he cannot bite any more! Bring the man before me。 The
republic is an angry goddess; and demands a royal offering。 Give
this impostor into my hands; or something worse will happen! Go; and
I advise you to bring me; before the sun goes down; the tidings that
this fabled King Louis is arrested; or the sun of your good fortune
is set forever! Now away! Go out through the little corridor; and
then through the secret gate…you know the way。 Go!〃

Fouche did not dare to contradict the imperative order; but softly
and hastily moved toward the curtain which led to the gloomy
anteroom; and thence through a door; which only those initiated knew
how to open; and which led to the little corridor。

But scarcely had Fouche entered this little dismal room; when a hand
was laid upon his arm; and a woman's voice whispered to him:

〃I must speak to youat once! Come! this way!〃

The hand drew him forward to the wall; a door sprang open without
sound; and the voice whispered: 〃Four stairs down。 Be careful!〃




CHAPTER XXXII。

JOSEPHINE。


Fouche did not hesitate; he followed his guide down the little
staircase; along the dark corridor; and up another short staircase。
He had recognized the voice; and knew that his leader was no other
than Josephine; the wife of the First Consul。

Through the secret door at the end of the corridor they entered a
small and gloomy antechamber; exactly like the one which adjoined
the cabinet of the consul; and from it Josephine ushered Fouche into
her cabinet。

〃You will say nothing to Bonaparte about this secret way; Fouche;〃
said Josephine; with a gentle; supplicatory tone。 〃He does not know
of it。 I have had it made without his knowledge while he was in
Boulogne last year。 Will you swear to me that you will not reveal
it?〃

〃I do swear; madame。〃

〃God knows that I have not had it made out of curiosity to overhear
Bonaparte;〃 continued Josephine。 〃But it is necessary sometimes for
me to know what is going on; and that when the general is angry I
should hasten to him to calm him and turn aside his wrath。 I have
warded off many a calamity since this private way was opened; and I
have been able to overhear Bonaparte。 But what have I been compelled
to listen to to…day! Oh; Fouche; it was God Himself who impelled me
to listen! I was with him when you were announced; and I suspected
that your visit purported something unusual; something dreadful。 I
have heard all; Foucheall; I tell you! I know that his life is
threatened; that fifty daggers are directed toward him。 0 God! this
perpetual fear and excitement will kill me! I have no peace of mind;
no rest more! Since the unhappy day when we left our dear little
house to live in the Tuileries; since that day there has been an end
to all joy! Why did we do it? why did we not remain in our little
Luxembourg? why have we been persuaded to live in the palace of the
kings?〃

〃It is proper for the greatest man in France to live in the house
where the departed race of kings once had their home;〃 replied
Fouche。

〃Oh; yes;〃 sighed Josephine。 〃I know these tricks of speech; with
which you have turned the head of my poor Bonaparte。 Oh! you; you;
his flatterer; you who urged him on; will bear the blame if
misfortune breaks in upon us! You have intoxicated him with the
ince

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