The Green Flag
Arthur Conan Doyle
Part 5 out of 5
sign the treaty before they know of it.'
"Monsieur Otto sprang from the sofa and flung himself into my arms.
"'Alphonse,' he cried, 'you have saved me! Why should they know about
it? Our news has come from Toulon to Paris, and thence straight to
London. Theirs will come by sea through the Straits of Gibraltar. At
this moment it is unlikely that anyone in Paris knows of it, save only
Talleyrand and the First Consul. If we keep our secret, we may still
get our treaty signed.'
"Ah! monsieur, you can imagine the horrible uncertainty in which we
spent the day. Never, never shall I forget those slow hours during
which we sat together, starting at every distant shout, lest it should
be the first sign of the rejoicing which this news would cause in
London. Monsieur Otto passed from youth to age in a day. As for me, I
find it easier to go out and meet danger than to wait for it. I set
forth, therefore, towards evening. I wandered here, and wandered there.
I was in the fencing-rooms of Monsieur Angelo, and in the salon-de-boxe
of Monsieur Jackson, and in the club of Brooks, and in the lobby of the
Chamber of Deputies, but nowhere did I hear any news. Still, it was
possible that Milord Hawkesbury had received it himself just as we had.
He lived in Harley Street, and there it was that the treaty was to be
finally signed that night at eight. I entreated Monsieur Otto to drink
two glasses of Burgundy before he went, for I feared lest his haggard
face and trembling, hands should rouse suspicion in the English
"Well, we went round together in one of the Embassy's carriages about
half-past seven. Monsieur Otto went in alone; but presently, on excuse
of getting his portfolio, he came out again, with his cheeks flushed
with joy, to tell me that all was well.
"'He knows nothing,' he whispered. 'Ah, if the next half-hour were
"'Give me a sign when it is settled,' said I.
"'For what reason?'
"'Because until then no messenger shall interrupt you. I give you my
promise--I, Alphonse Lacour.'
"He clasped my hand in both of his.
"'I shall make an excuse to move one of the candles on to the table in
the window,' said he, and hurried into the house, whilst I was left
waiting beside the carriage.
"Well, if we could but secure ourselves from interruption for a single
half-hour the day would be our own. I had hardly begun to form my plans
when I saw the lights of a carriage coming swiftly from the direction of
Oxford Street. Ah! if it should be the messenger! What could I do?
I was prepared to kill him--yes, even to kill him--rather than at this
last moment allow our work to be undone. Thousands die to make a
glorious war. Why should not one die to make a glorious peace?
What though they hurried me to the scaffold? I should have sacrificed
myself for my country. I had a little curved Turkish knife strapped to
my waist. My hand was on the hilt of it when the carriage which had
alarmed me so rattled safely past me.
"But another might come. I must be prepared. Above all, I must not
compromise the Embassy. I ordered our carriage to move on, and I
engaged what you call a hackney coach. Then I spoke to the driver, and
gave him a guinea. He understood that it was a special service.
"'You shall have another guinea if you do what you are told,' said I.
"'All right, master,' said he, turning his slow eyes upon me without a
trace of excitement or curiosity.
"' If I enter your coach with another gentleman, you will drive up and
down Harley Street, and take no orders from anyone but me. When I get
out, you will carry the other gentleman to Watier's Club, in Bruton
"'All right, master,' said he again.
"So I stood outside Milord Hawkesbury's house, and you can think how
often my eyes went up to that window in the hope of seeing the candle
twinkle in it. Five minutes passed, and another five. Oh, how slowly
they crept along! It was a true October night, raw and cold, with a
white fog crawling over the wet, shining cobblestones, and blurring the
dim oil-lamps. I could not see fifty paces in either direction, but my
ears were straining, straining, to catch the rattle of hoofs or the
rumble of wheels. It is not a cheering place, monsieur, that street of
Harley, even upon a sunny day. The houses are solid and very
respectable over yonder, but there is nothing of the feminine about
them. It is a city to be inhabited by males. But on that raw night,
amid the damp and the fog, with the anxiety gnawing at my heart, it
seemed the saddest, weariest spot in the whole wide world. I paced up
and down slapping my hands to keep them warm, and still straining my
ears. And then suddenly out of the dull hum of the traffic down in
Oxford Street I heard a sound detach itself, and grow louder and louder,
and clearer and clearer with every instant, until two yellow lights came
flashing through the fog, and a light cabriolet whirled up to the door
of the Foreign Minister. It had not stopped before a young fellow
sprang out of it and hurried to the steps, while the driver turned his
horse and rattled off into the fog once more.
"Ah, it is in the moment of action that I am best, monsieur. You, who
only see me when I am drinking my wine in the Cafe de Provence, cannot
conceive the heights to which I rise. At that moment, when I knew that
the fruits of a ten years' war were at stake, I was magnificent. It was
the last French campaign and I the general and army in one.
"'Sir," said I, touching him upon the arm, 'are you the messenger for
"'Yes,' said he.
"'I have been waiting for you half an hour,' said I. 'You are to follow
me at once. He is with the French Ambassador.'
"I spoke with such assurance that he never hesitated for an instant.
When he entered the hackney coach and I followed him in, my heart gave
such a thrill of joy that I could hardly keep from shouting aloud.
He was a poor little creature, this Foreign Office messenger, not much
bigger than Monsieur Otto, and I--monsieur can see my hands now, and
imagine what they were like when I was seven-and-twenty years of age.
"Well, now that I had him in my coach, the question was what I should do
with him. I did not wish to hurt him if I could help it.
"'This is a pressing business,' said he. 'I have a despatch which I
must deliver instantly.'
"Our coach had rattled down Harley Street now, in accordance with my
instruction, it turned and began to go up again.
"'Hullo!' he cried. 'What's this?'
"'What then? 'I asked.
"'We are driving back. Where is Lord Hawkesbury?'
"'We shall see him presently.'
"'Let me out!' he shouted. 'There's some trickery in this. Coachman,
stop the coach! Let me out, I say!'
"I dashed him back into his seat as he tried to turn the handle of the
door. He roared for help. I clapped my palm across his mouth. He made
his teeth meet through the side of it. I seized his own cravat and
bound it over his lips. He still mumbled and gurgled, but the noise was
covered by the rattle of our wheels. We were passing the minister's
house, and there was no candle in the window.
"The messenger sat quiet for a little, and I could see the glint of his
eyes as he stared at me through the gloom. He was partly stunned, I
think, by the force with which I had hurled him into his seat. And also
he was pondering, perhaps, what he should do next. Presently he got his
mouth partly free from the cravat.
"'You shall have my watch and my purse if you will let me go,' said he.
"'Sir,' said I, 'I am as honourable a man as you are yourself.'
"'Who are you, then?'
"'My name is of no importance.'
"'What do you want with me?'
"It is a bet.'
"'A bet? What d'you mean? Do you understand that I am on the
Government service, and that you will see the inside of a gaol for
"'That is the bet. That is the sport, said I.'
"'You may find it poor sport before you finish,' he cried. 'What is
this insane bet of yours then?'
"'I have bet,' I answered, 'that I will recite a chapter of the Koran to
the first gentleman whom I should meet in the street.'
"I do not know what made me think of it, save that my translation was
always running in my head. He clutched at the door-handle, and again I
had to hurl him back into his seat.
"'How long will it take?' he gasped.
"'It depends on the chapter,' I answered.
"'A short one, then, and let me go!'
"'But is it fair?' I argued. 'When I say a chapter, I do not mean the
shortest chapter, but rather one which should be of average length.'
"'Help! help! help!' he squealed, and I was compelled again to adjust
"'A little patience,' said I, 'and it will soon be over. I should like
to recite the chapter which would be of most interest to yourself. You
will confess that I am trying to make things as pleasant as I can for
He slipped his mouth free again.
"'Quick, then, quick!' he groaned.
"'The Chapter of the Camel?' I suggested.
"'Or that of the Fleet Stallion?'
"'Yes, yes. Only proceed!'
"We had passed the window and there was no candle. I settled down to
recite the Chapter of the Stallion to him. Perhaps you do not know your
Koran very well, monsieur? Well, I knew it by heart then, as I know it
by heart now. The style is a little exasperating for anyone who is in a
hurry. But, then, what would you have? The people in the East are
never in a hurry, and it was written for them. I repeated it all with
the dignity and solemnity which a sacred book demands, and the young
Englishman he wriggled and groaned.
"'When the horses, standing on three feet and placing the tip of their
fourth foot upon the ground, were mustered in front of him in the
evening, he said, I have loved the love of earthly good above the
remembrance of things on high, and have spent the time in viewing these
horses. Bring the horses back to me. And when they were brought back
he began to cut off their legs and--'
"It was at this moment that the young Englishman sprang at me. My God!
how little can I remember of the next few minutes! He was a boxer, this
shred of a man. He had been trained to strike. I tried to catch him by
the hands. Pac, pac, he came upon my nose and upon my eye. I put down
my head and thrust at him with it. Pac, he came from below. But ah!
I was too much for him. I hurled myself upon him, and he had no place
where he could escape from my weight. He fell flat upon the cushions
and I seated myself upon him with such conviction that the wind flew
from him as from a burst bellows.
"Then I searched to see what there was with which I could tie him. I
drew the strings from my shoes, and with one I secured his wrists, and
with another his ankles. Then I tied the cravat round his mouth again,
so that he could only lie and glare at me. When I had done all this,
and had stopped the bleeding of my own nose, I looked out of the coach
and ah, monsieur, the very first thing which caught my eyes was that
candle--that dear little candle--glimmering in the window of the
minister. Alone, with these two hands, I had retrieved the capitulation
of an army and the loss of a province. Yes, monsieur, what Abercrombie
and 5,000 men had done upon the beach at Aboukir was undone by me,
single-handed, in a hackney coach in Harley Street.
"Well, I had no time to lose, for at any moment Monsieur Otto might be
down. I shouted to my driver, gave him his second guinea, and allowed
him to proceed to Watier's. For myself, I sprang into our Embassy's
carriage, and a moment later the door of the minister opened. He had
himself escorted Monsieur Otto downstairs, and now so deep was he in
talk that he walked out bareheaded as far as the carriage. As he stood
there by the open door, there came the rattle of wheels, and a man
rushed down the pavement.
"'A despatch of great importance for Milord Hawkesbury!' he cried.
"I could see that it was not my messenger, but a second one. Milord
Hawkesbury caught the paper from his hand, and read it by the light of
the carriage lamp. His face, monsieur, was as white as this plate,
before he had finished.
"'Monsieur Otto,' he cried, 'we have signed this treaty upon a false
understanding. Egypt is in our hands.'
"'What!' cried Monsieur Otto. 'Impossible!'
"'It is certain. It fell to Abercrombie last month.'
"'In that case,' said Monsieur Otto, 'it is very fortunate that the
treaty is signed.'
"'Very fortunate for you, sir,' cried Milord Hawkesbury, as he turned
back to the house.
"Next day, monsieur, what they call the Bow Street runners were after
me, but they could not run across salt water, and Alphonse Lacour was
receiving the congratulations of Monsieur Talleyrand and the First
Consul before ever his pursuers had got as far as Dover."
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