every article of the furniture with greedy eyes。 〃Could we find some excuse for opening that desk？〃
〃It mightn't be quite right；〃 responded Poiret to this。
〃Where is the harm？ It is money stolen from all sorts of people； so it doesn't belong to any one now。 But we haven't time； there is the Vauquer。〃
〃Here is the ether；〃 said that lady。 〃I must say that this is an eventful day。 Lord！ that man can't have had a stroke； he is as white as curds。〃
〃White as curds？〃 echoed Poiret。
〃And his pulse is steady；〃 said the widow； laying her hand on his breast。
〃Steady？〃 said the astonished Poiret。
〃He is all right。〃
〃Do you think so？〃 asked Poiret。
〃Lord！ Yes； he looks as if he were sleeping。 Sylvie has gone for a doctor。 I say； Mlle。 Michonneau； he is sniffing the ether。 Pooh！ it is only a spasm。 His pulse is good。 He is as strong as a Turk。 Just look； mademoiselle； what a fur tippet he has on his chest； that is the sort of man to live till he is a hundred。 His wig holds on tightly； however。 Dear me！ it is glued on； and his own hair is red； that is why he wears a wig。 They say that red… haired people are either the worst or the best。 Is he one of the good ones； I wonder？〃
〃Good to hang；〃 said Poiret。
〃Round a pretty woman's neck； you mean；〃 said Mlle Michonneau； hastily。 〃Just go away； M。 Poiret。 It is a woman's duty to nurse you men when you are ill。 Besides； for all the good you are doing； you may as well take yourself off；〃 she added。 〃Mme。 Vauquer and I will take great care of dear M。 Vautrin。
Poiret went out on tiptoe without a murmur； like a dog kicked out of the room by his master。
Rastignac had gone out for the sake of physical exertion； he wanted to breathe the air； he felt stifled。 Yesterday evening he had meant to prevent the murder arranged for half…past eight that morning。 What had happened？ What ought he to do now？ He trembled to think that he himself might be implicated。 Vautrin's coolness still further dismayed him。
〃Yet； how if Vautrin should die without saying a word？〃 Rastignac asked himself。
He hurried along the alleys of the Luxembourg Gardens as if the hounds of justice were after him； and he already heard the baying of the pack。
〃Well？〃 shouted Bianchon； 〃you have seen the Pilote？〃
The Pilote was a Radical sheet； edited by M。 Tissot。 It came out several hours later than the morning papers； and was meant for the benefit of country subscribers； for it brought the morning news into provincial districts twenty…four hours sooner than the ordinary local journals。
〃There is a wonderful history in it；〃 said the house student of the Hopital Cochin。 〃Young Taillefer called out Count Franchessini； of the Old Guard； and the Count put a couple of inches of steel into his forehead。 And here is little Victorine one of the richest heiresses in Paris！ If we had known that； eh？ What a game of chance death is！ They say Victorine was sweet on you； was there any truth in it？〃
〃Shut up； Bianchon； I shall never marry her。 I am in love with a charming woman； and she is in love with me； so〃
〃You said that as if you were screwing yourself up to be faithful to her。 I should like to see the woman worth the sacrifice of Master Taillefer's money！〃
〃Are all the devils of hell at my heels？〃 cried Rastignac。
〃What is the matter with you？ Are you mad？ Give us your hand；〃 said Bianchon； 〃and let me feel your pulse。 You are feverish。〃
〃Just go to Mother Vauquer's；〃 said Rastignac； 〃that scoundrel Vautrin has dropped down like one dead。〃
〃Aha！〃 said Bianchon； leaving Rastignac to his reflections； 〃you confirm my suspicions； and now I mean to make sure for myself。〃
The law student's long walk was a memorable one for him。 He made in some sort a survey of his conscience。 After a close scrutiny； after hesitation and self…examination； his honor at any rate came out scatheless from this sharp and terrible ordeal； like a bar of iron tested in the English fashion。 He remembered Father Goriot's confidences of the evening before； he recollected the rooms taken for him in the Rue d'Artois； so that he might be near Delphine； and then he thought of his letter； and read it again and kissed it。
〃Such a love is my anchor of safety；〃 he said to himself。 〃How the old man's heart must have been wrung！ He says nothing about all that he has been through； but who could not guess？ Well； then； I will be like a son to him； his life shall be made happy。 If she cares for me； she will often come to spend the day with him。 That grand Comtesse de Restaud is a heartless thing； she would make her father into her hall porter。 Dear Delphine！ she is kinder to the old man； she is worthy to be loved。 Ah！ this evening I shall be very happy！〃
He took out his watch and admired it。
〃I have had nothing but success！ If two people mean to love each other for ever； they may help each other； and I can take this。 Besides； I shall succeed； and I will pay her a hundredfold。 There is nothing criminal in this liaison； nothing that could cause the most austere moralist to frown。 How many respectable people contract similar unions！ We deceive nobody； it is deception that makes a position humiliating。 If you lie； you lower yourself at once。 She and her husband have lived apart for a long while。 Besides； how if I called upon that Alsatian to resign a wife whom he cannot make happy？〃
Rastignac's battle with himself went on for a long while； and though the scruples of youth inevitably gained the day； an irresistible curiosity led him； about half…past four； to return to the Maison Vauquer through the gathering dusk。
Bianchon had given Vautrin an emetic； reserving the contents of the stomach for chemical analysis at the hospital。 Mlle。 Michonneau's officious alacrity had still further strengthened his suspicions of her。 Vautrin； moreover； had recovered so quickly that it was impossible not to suspect some plot against the leader of all frolics at the lodging…house。 Vautrin was standing in front of the stove in the dining…room when Rastignac came in。 All the lodgers were assembled sooner than usual by the news of young Taillefer's duel。 They were anxious to hear any detail about the affair； and to talk over the probable change in Victorine's prospects。 Father Goriot alone was absent； but the rest were chatting。 No sooner did Eugene come into the room； than his eyes met the inscrutable gaze of Vautrin。 It was the same look that had read his thoughts beforethe look that had such power to waken evil thoughts in his heart。 He shuddered。
〃Well； dear boy；〃 said the escaped convict； 〃I am likely to cheat death for a good while yet。 According to these ladies； I have had a stroke that would have felled an ox； and come off with flying colors。〃
〃A bull you might say；〃 cried the widow。
〃You really might be sorry to see me still alive；〃 said Vautrin in Rastignac's ear； thinking that he guessed the student's thoughts。 〃You must be mighty sure of yourself。〃
〃Mlle。 Michonneau was talking the day before yesterday about a gentleman named Trompe…la…Mort；〃 said Bianchon； 〃and； upon my word； that name would do very well for you。〃
Vautrin seemed thunderstruck。 He turned pale； and staggered back。 He turned his magnetic glance； like a ray of vivid light； on Mlle。 Michonneau； the old maid shrank and trembled under the influence of that strong will； and collapsed into a chair。 The mask of good…nature had dropped from the convict's face； from the unmistakable ferocity of that sinister look； Poiret felt that the old maid was in danger； and hastily stepped between them。 None of the lodgers understood this scene in the least； they looked on in mute amazement。 There was a pause。 Just then there was a sound of tramping feet outside； there were soldiers there； it seemed； for there was a ring of several rifles on the pavement of the street。 Collin was mechanically looking round the walls for a way of escape； when four men entered by way of the sitting…room。
〃In the name of the King and the Law！〃 said an officer； but the words were almost lost in a murmur of astonishment。
Silence fell on the room。 The lodgers made way for three of the men； who had each a hand on a cocked pistol in a side pocket。 Two policemen； who followed the detectives； kept the entrance to the sitting…room； and two more men appeared in the doorway that gave access to the staircase。 A sound of footsteps came from the garden； and again the rifles of several soldiers rang on the cobblestones under the window。 All chance of salvation by flight was cut off for Trompe…la…Mort； to whom all eyes instinctively turned。 The chief walked straight up to him； and commenced operations by giving him a sharp blow on the head； so that the wig fell off； and Collin's face was revealed in all its ugliness。 There was a terrible suggestion of strength mingled with cunning in the short； brick…red crop of hair； the whole head was in harmony with his powerful frame； and at that moment the fires of hell seemed to gleam from his eyes。 In that flash the real Vautrin shone forth； revealed at once before them all； they understood his past； his present； and future； his pitiless doctrines； his actions； the religion of his own good pleasure； the majesty with which his cynicism and contempt for mankind invested him； the physical strength of an organization proof against all trials。 The blood flew to his face； and his eyes glared like the eyes of a wild cat。 He started back with savage energy and a fierce growl that drew exclamations of alarm from the lodgers。 At that leonine start the police caught at their pistols under cover of the general clamor。 Collin saw the gleaming muzzles of the weapons； saw his danger； and instantly gave proof of a power of the highest order。 There was something horrible and majestic in the spectacle of the sudden transformation in his face； he could only be compared to a cauldron full of the steam that can send mountains flying； a terrific force dispelled in a moment by a drop of cold water。 The drop of water that cooled his wrathful fury was a reflection that flashed across his brain like lightning。 He began to smile； and looked down at his wig。
〃You are not in the politest of humors to…day；〃 he remarked to the chief； and he held out his hands to the policemen with a jerk of his head。