Savary gave us all a little cognac from his flask, and
then tearing down one of the curtains he laid it over the terrible
figure of my Uncle Bernac.
'We can do nothing here,' said he. 'I must get back and report to the
Emperor as soon as possible. But all these papers of Bernac's must be
seized, for many of them bear upon this and other conspiracies.' As he
spoke he gathered together a number of documents which were scattered
about the table--among the others a letter which lay before him upon the
desk, and which he had apparently just finished at the time of Toussac's
irruption.
'Hullo, what's this?' said Savary, glancing over it. 'I fancy that our
friend Bernac was a dangerous man also. "My dear Catulle--I beg of you
to send me by the very first mail another phial of the same tasteless
essence which you sent three years ago. I mean the almond decoction
which leaves no traces. I have particular reasons for wanting it in the
course of next week, so I implore you not to delay. You may rely upon
my interest with the Emperor whenever you have occasion to demand it.
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