Victorien Sardou.

The House of the Combrays

CHAPTER I

THE TREACHERY OF JEAN-PIERRE QUERELLE

Late at night on January the 25th, 1804, the First Consul, who, as it often happened, had arisen in order to work till daylight, was looking over the latest police reports that had been placed on his desk.

His death was talked of everywhere.  It had already been announced positively in London, Germany and Holland.  “To assassinate Bonaparte” was a sort of game, in which the English were specially active.  From their shores, well-equipped and plentifully supplied with money, sailed many who were desirous of gaining the great stake,—­obdurate Chouans and fanatical royalists who regarded as an act of piety the crime that would rid France of the usurper.  What gave most cause for alarm in these reports, usually unworthy of much attention, was the fact that all of them were agreed on one point—­Georges Cadoudal had disappeared.  Since this man, formidable by reason of his courage and tenacity of purpose, had declared war without mercy on the First Consul, the police had never lost sight of him.  It was known that he was staying in England, and he was under surveillance there; but if it was true that he had escaped this espionage, the danger was imminent, and the predicted “earthquake” at hand.

Bonaparte, more irritated than uneasy at these tales, wished to remove all doubt about the matter.  He mistrusted Fouche, whose devotion he had reason to suspect, and who besides had not at this time—­officially at least—­the superintendence of the police; and he had attached to himself a dangerous spy, the Belgian Real.  It was on this man that Bonaparte, on certain occasions, preferred to rely.  Real was a typical detective.  The friend of Danton, he had in former days, organised the great popular manifestations that were to intimidate the Convention.  He had penetrated the terrible depths of the Revolutionary Tribunal, and the Committee of Public Safety.  He knew and understood how to make use of what remained of the old committees of sections, of “septembriseurs” without occupation, lacqueys, perfumers, dentists, dancing masters without pupils, all the refuse of the revolution, the women of the Palais-Royal:  such was the army he commanded, having as his lieutenants Desmarets, an unfrocked priest, and Veyrat, formerly a Genevese convict, who had been branded and whipped by the public executioner.  Real and these two subalterns were the principal actors in the drama that we are about to relate.