On reaching the lamp, Guy took off his hat, so that the light should fall on his face, waited for a minute, and then replaced it. As soon as he did so a slightly-built lad came up to him.
“Were you not at the fair by the river to-day, sir, and are you not expecting some one to meet you here?”
“That is so, lad. If you will tell me whom I am expecting I shall know that he has sent you, though, indeed, I looked to meet himself and not a messenger.”
“Montepone,” the lad said.
“That is right. Why is he not here himself?”
“He received a message before starting that one whose orders he could not neglect would call upon him this evening, and he therefore sent me to the rendezvous. I have been looking anxiously for you, but until now had not seen you.”
“I have a companion with me; being a stranger here in Paris, I did not care to be wandering through the streets alone. He is a countryman of mine, and can be trusted.”
“It is indeed dangerous to be out alone. It is seldom that I am in the streets after dark, but the doctor came with me and placed me in a corner of the porch, and then returned by himself, telling me to stir not until I saw you; and that should you not come, or should I not be able to make you out, I was to remain until he came for me even if I waited until morning.”
“I will fetch my follower,” Guy said, “and am ready to accompany you.”
The lad was evidently unwilling to be left there for a moment alone, and he walked back with Guy to the buttress where the archer was standing.
“This is our guide, Tom,” Guy said, as the archer stepped out to join him; “the person I expected was unable to come himself. Now, lad, I am ready; you see we are well guarded.”
The boy nodded, evidently reassured by the bulk of the archer, and was about to step on ahead of them, when Guy said, “You had best walk with us. If you keep in front, it will seem as if you were guiding us, and that would point us out at once as strangers. Is it far to the place you are taking us to?”
“A short quarter of an hour's walk, sir.”
CHAPTER VII. IN THE STREETS OF PARIS
They crossed the bridge to the right bank of the river, and followed the stream down for some distance. Passing through some narrow lanes, they presently emerged into a street of higher pretensions, and stopped at the door of a small house wedged in between two of much larger size. The boy took a key from his girdle, opened the door, and entered.
“Stand here a moment, I pray you,” he said; “I will fetch a light.”
In a few seconds he appeared with a lantern. He shut and barred the door, and then led the way upstairs and showed them into a small but well- furnished room, which was lighted by a hanging lamp. He then went to a buffet, brought out a flask of wine and two goblets, and said: “Will it please you to be seated and to help yourselves to the wine; my master may possibly be detained for some little time before he is able to see you.” Then he went out and closed the door behind him.
“It is evident, Tom,” Guy said, as he took off his hat and cloak, and seated himself, “that the doctor has a good idea of making himself comfortable. Sit down, we may have to wait some time.”
“Do you think that it will be safe to touch the wine, Master Guy? Perchance it may be drugged.”
“Why should it be?” Guy asked. “We are not such important personages that anyone can desire to make away with us. I am convinced that the doctor was in earnest when he told me that story that I repeated to you this evening. It is possible that he may not be able to give us as much information as he said, but that he means well by us I am certain; and I think we may be sure that his wine is as good as his apartments are comfortable.”
This turned out to be the case; the wine was excellent, and the archer soon laid aside any doubt he might have entertained. From time to time steps could be heard in the apartment above, and it was evident that it was here that the interview between the doctor and his visitor was taking place. Presently a ring was heard below.
“Another visitor,” Guy said. Getting up, he slightly drew aside a thick curtain that hung before a casement, a moment later he let it fall again. “There are two men-at-arms standing on the other side of the street and one at the door.” He heard the door opened, then the boy's step was heard on the stairs, two or three minutes later there was a movement above and the sound of the footsteps of two men coming down. Presently the outside door closed, two or three minutes elapsed; then the door opened and the Italian entered.
“I regret that I have kept you so long,” he said courteously, “but my visitor was not to be got rid of hastily. It was a lady, and there is no hurrying ladies. When a man comes in, I have already ascertained what he desires to know; he listens to my answer and takes his departure. A woman, on the contrary, has a thousand things to ask, and for the most part they are questions quite beyond my power to answer.”
“I have, as you see, Signor Montepone, brought my tall countryman with me; as you noticed me, I doubt not for a moment that you also marked him when we entered the city. Knowing nothing of the ways of Paris, but having heard that the streets were very unsafe after dark, I thought it best to bring him with me; and I am indeed glad that I did so, for we met with several very rough-looking characters on our way to Notre Dame, and had I been alone I might have had trouble.”
“You did quite right,” the Italian said; “I regretted afterwards that I did not myself advise you to bring some one with you, for indeed it is not safe for one man to go abroad alone after dark. And now, will you accompany me upstairs; this tall fellow will doubtless be able to pass the time with that flask of wine until you return.”
“He should be able to do so,” Guy said with a smile, “for indeed it is the best wine I have tasted, so far as my judgment goes, since I crossed the Channel, and indeed the best I have ever tasted.”
“'Tis good wine. I received a cask of it from the grower, a Burgundian noble, who had, as he believed, gained some advantage from following my advice.”
The man led the way upstairs. The room he entered there was much larger than that which they had left, extending over the whole floor. It was draped similarly to that in the booth, but was far more handsomely and elaborately got up. The hangings were of heavy cloth sprinkled with stars, the ceiling was blue with gold stars, a planisphere and astrolabe stood in the centre of the room, and a charcoal fire burned in a brazier beside them. A pair of huge bats with outstretched wings hung by wires from the ceiling, their white teeth glistening in the light of four lamps on stands, some six feet high, one in each corner of the room. The floor was covered with a dark Eastern carpet, a large chair with a footstool in front stood at a short distance from the planisphere; at one end was a massive table on which were retorts, glass globes, and a variety of apparatus new to Guy. At the other end of the room there was a frame some eight feet square on which a white sheet was stretched tightly.