Hornblower shook himself free from a clinging tangle of thoughts and memories, of Barbara and Nathaniel Sweet, to find himself still staring abstractedly at the young seaman who had brought to him Freemans message regarding Lebruns request.
My compliments to Mr. Freeman, and he can send this fellow in to me, he said.
Aye aye, sir, said the seaman, his knuckles to his forehead, turning away with intense relief. The Commodore had been looking through and through him for three minutes at leastthree hours, it seemed like, to the seaman.
An armed guard brought Lebrun into the cabin, and Hornblower looked him keenly over. He was one of the half-dozen prisoners taken when the Porta Coeli came into Le Havre, one of the deputation which had mounted her deck to welcome her under the impression that she was the Flame coming in to surrender.
Monsieur speaks French? said Lebrun.
A little.
More than a little, if all the tales about Captain Hornblower are true, replied Lebrun.
What is your business? snapped Hornblower, cutting short this Continental floweriness. Lebrun was a youngish man, of olive complexion, with glistening white teeth, who conveyed a general impression of oiliness.
I am adjoint to Baron Momas, Mayor of Le Havre.
Yes? Hornblower tried to show no sign of interest, but he knew that under the Imperial régime the mayor of a large town like Le Havre was a most important person, and that his adjoint his assistant, or deputywas a very important permanent official.
The firm of Momas Frères is one you must have heard of. It has traded with the Americas for generationsthe history of its rise is identical with the history of the development of Le Havre itself.
Yes?
Similarly, the war and the blockade have had a most disastrous effect upon the fortunes both of the firm of Momas and upon the city of Le Havre.
Yes?
The Caryatide, the vessel that you so ingeniously captured two days ago, monsieur, might have restored the fortunes of us alla single vessel running the blockade, as you will readily understand, is worth ten vessels arriving in peacetime.
Yes?
M. le Baron and the city of Le Havre will be desperate, I have no doubt, as the result of her capture before her cargo could be taken out.
Yes?
The two men eyed each other, like duellists during a pause, Hornblower determined to betray none of the curiosity and interest that he felt, and Lebrun hesitating before finally committing himself.
I take it, monsieur, that anything further I have to say will be treated as entirely confidential.
I promise nothing. In fact, I can only say that it will be my duty to report anything you say to the Government of His Majesty
of Great Britain.
They will be discreet for their own sake, I expect, ruminated Lebrun.
His Majestys ministers can make their own decisions, said Hornblower.
You are aware, monsieur, said Lebrun, obviously taking the plunge, that Bonaparte has been defeated in a great battle at Leipzig?
Yes.
The Russians are on the Rhine.
That is so.
The Russians are on the Rhine! repeated Lebrun, marvelling. The whole world, pro-Bonaparte or anti-Bonaparte, was marvelling that the massive Empire should have receded half across Europe in those few short months.
And Wellington is marching on Toulouse, added Hornblowerthere was no harm in reminding Lebrun of the British threat in the south.
That is so. The Empire cannot much longer endure.
I am glad to hear your opinion in the matter.
And when the Empire falls there will be peace, and when peace comes trade will recommence.
Without a doubt, said Hornblower, still a little mystified.
Profits will be enormous during the first few months. All Europe has for years been deprived of foreign produce. At this moment genuine coffee commands a price of over a hundred francs a pound.
Now Lebrun was showing his hand, more involuntarily than voluntarily. There was a look of avarice in his face which told Hornblower much.
All this is obvious, monsieur, said Hornblower, non-committally.
A firm which was prepared for the moment of peace, with its warehouses gorged with colonial produce ready to distribute, would greatly benefit. It would be far ahead of its competitors. There would be millions to be made. Millions. Lebrun was obviously dreaming of the possibility of finding some of those millions in his own pocket.
I have a great deal of business to attend to, monsieur, said Hornblower. Have the goodness to come to the point.
His Majesty of Great Britain might well allow his friends to make those preparations in advance, said Lebrun, the words coming slowly; well they might, for they could take him to the guillotine if Bonaparte ever heard of them. Lebrun was offering to betray the Empire in exchange for commercial advantages.
His Majesty would first need undeniable proof that his friends were his friends, said Hornblower.
A quid pro quo , said Lebrun, thereby for the first time during the conversation putting Hornblower at a lossthe Frenchmans pronunciation of Latin being quite unlike anything he was accustomed to, so that he had to grope about in his mind wondering what unaccustomed word Lebrun was using before at length he understood.