"Is there any objection to my seeing it too?""The authorities have no objection to admitting friends of the deceased person,"Mr.Keller answered.He looked at her searchingly,and added,"Do _you_go as a friend?"It was rashly said;and he knew it.The magistrates had decided that the first inquiries should be conducted with the greatest secrecy.For that day,at least,the inmates of the house were to enjoy their usual liberty of action (under private superintendence),so that no suspicion might be excited in the mind of the guilty person.Conscious of having trifled with the serious necessity of keeping a guard over his tongue,Mr.Keller waited anxiously for Madame Fontaine's reply.
Not a word fell from her lips.There was a slight hardening of her face,and no more.In ominous silence,she turned about and ascended the stairs again.
CHAPTER XVII
The departure from the house was interrupted by an unforeseen cause of delay.
Jack refused to follow the hearse,with Doctor Dormann and Mr.Keller."Iwon't lose sight of her!"he cried--"no!not for a moment!Of all living creatures,I must be the first to see her when she wakes."Mr.Keller turned to the doctor."What does he mean?"The doctor,standing back in the shadow of the house,seemed to have some reason for not answering otherwise than by gesture.He touched his forehead significantly;and,stepping out into the road,took Jack by the hand.The canopy of the hearse,closed at the sides,was open at either end.From the driver's seat,the couch became easily visible on looking round.With inexhaustible patience the doctor quieted the rising excitement in Jack,and gained him permission to take his place by the driver's side.Always grateful for kindness,he thanked Doctor Dormann,with the tears falling fast over his cheeks."I'm not crying for _her,"_said the poor little man;"she will soon be herself again.But it's so dreadful,sir,to go out driving with her in such a carriage as this!"The hearse moved away.
Doctor Dormann,walking with Mr.Keller,felt his arm touched,and,looking round,saw the dimly-outlined figure of a woman beckoning to him.
He drew back,after a word of apology to his companion,who continued to follow the hearse.The woman met him half way.He recognized Madame Fontaine.
"You are a learned man,"she began abruptly."Do you understand writing in cipher?""Sometimes."
"If you have half an hour to spare this evening,look at that--and do me the favor of telling me what it means."She offered something to him,which appeared in the dim light to be only a sheet of paper.He hesitated to take it from her.She tried to press it on him.
"I found it among my husband's papers,"she said."He was a great chemist,as you know.It might be interesting to you."He still hesitated.
"Are _you_acquainted with chemical science?"he asked.
"I am perfectly ignorant of chemical science.""Then what interest can you have in interpreting the cipher?""I have a very serious interest.There may be something dangerous in it,if it fell into unscrupulous hands.I want to know if I ought to destroy it."He suddenly took the paper from her.It felt stiff,like a sheet of cartridge-paper.
"You shall hear,"he said."In case of necessity,I will destroy it myself.Anything more?""One thing more.Does Jack go to the cemetery with you and Mr.Keller?""Yes."
Walking away rapidly to overtake Mr.Keller,he looked behind him once or twice.The street was dimly lit,in those days,by a few oil lamps.He might be mistaken--but he thought that Madame Fontaine was following him.
On leaving the city,the lanterns were lit to guide the hearse along the road that led to the cemetery.The overseer met the bearers at the gates.
They passed,under a Doric portico,into a central hall.At its right-hand extremity,an open door revealed a room for the accommodation of mourners.Beyond this there was a courtyard;and,farther still,the range of apartments devoted to the residence of the cemetery-overseer.
Turning from the right-hand division of the building,the bearers led the way to the opposite extremity of the hall;passed through a second room for mourners;crossed a second courtyard beyond it;and,turning into a narrow passage,knocked at a closed door.
The door was opened by a watchman.He admitted them into a long room,situated between the courtyard at one end,and the cemetery at the other,and having ten side recesses which opened out of it.The long room was the Watchman's Chamber.The recesses were the cells which held the dead.
The couch was set down in the Watchman's Chamber.It was a novelty in the Deadhouse;and the overseer asked for an explanation.Doctor Dormann informed him that the change had been made,with his full approval,to satisfy a surviving friend,and that the coffin would be provided before the certificate was granted for the burial.
While the persons present were all gathered round the doctor and the overseer,Madame Fontaine softly pushed open the door from the courtyard.
After a look at the recesses--situated,five on either side of the length of the room,and closed by black curtains--she parted the curtains of the nearest recess to her,on her left hand;and stepped in without being noticed by anyone.
"You take the responsibility of the couch,doctor,if the authorities raise any objection?"said the overseer.
This condition being complied with,he addressed himself to the watchman.
"The cells are all empty to-night,Duntzer,are they not?""Yes,sir."
"Are you off duty,early or late this evening?""I am off duty in half an hour,sir."
The overseer pointed to the couch."You can attend to this,"he said.
"Take the cell that is the nearest to you,where the watchman's chair is placed--Number Five."He referred to the fifth recess,at the upper end of the room on the right,counting from the courtyard door.The watchman looped up the black curtains,while the bearers placed the couch in the cell.This done,the bearers were dismissed.
