The coffin-maker made his bow with a sympathetic and compassionate air, but none the less he had a business-like look, and seemed to know that he was indispensable.  He turned an expert’s eye upon the dead.

“How does the gentleman wish ‘it’ to be made?  Deal, plain oak, or oak lead-lined?  Oak with a lead lining is the best style.  The body is a stock size,”—­he felt for the feet, and proceeded to take the measure —­“one metre seventy!” he added.  “You will be thinking of ordering the funeral service at the church, sir, no doubt?”

Schmucke looked at him as a dangerous madman might look before striking a blow.  La Sauvage put in a word.

“You ought to find somebody to look after all these things,” she said.

“Yes——­” the victim murmured at length.

“Shall I fetch M. Tabareau?—­for you will have a good deal on your hands before long.  M. Tabareau is the most honest man in the quarter, you see.”

“Yes.  Mennesir Dapareau!  Somepody vas speaking of him chust now—­” said Schmucke, completely beaten.

“Very well.  You can be quiet, sir, and give yourself up to grief, when you have seen your deputy.”

It was nearly two o’clock when M. Tabareau’s head-clerk, a young man who aimed at a bailiff’s career, modestly presented himself.  Youth has wonderful privileges; no one is alarmed by youth.  This young man Villemot by name, sat down by Schmucke’s side and waited his opportunity to speak.  His diffidence touched Schmucke very much.

“I am M. Tabareau’s head-clerk, sir,” he said; “he sent me here to take charge of your interests, and to superintend the funeral arrangements.  Is this your wish?”

“You cannot safe my life, I haf not long to lif; but you vill leaf me in beace!”

“Oh! you shall not be disturbed,” said Villemot.

“Ver’ goot.  Vat must I do for dat?”

“Sign this paper appointing M. Tabareau to act for you in all matters relating to the settlement of the affairs of the deceased.”

“Goot! gif it to me,” said Schmucke, anxious only to sign it at once.

“No, I must read it over to you first.”

“Read it ofer.”

Schmucke paid not the slightest attention to the reading of the power of attorney, but he set his name to it.  The young clerk took Schmucke’s orders for the funeral, the interment, and the burial service; undertaking that he should not be troubled again in any way, nor asked for money.

“I vould gif all dat I haf to be left in beace,” said the unhappy man.  And once more he knelt beside the dead body of his friend.

Fraisier had triumphed.  Villemot and La Sauvage completed the circle which he had traced about Pons’ heir.

There is no sorrow that sleep cannot overcome.  Towards the end of the day La Sauvage, coming in, found Schmucke stretched asleep at the bed-foot.  She carried him off, put him to bed, tucked him in maternally, and till the morning Schmucke slept.