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8. How The Money Of The Directory Was Used
Every one hastened to obey. The monks lowered the hoods of their long robes
over their faces, Morgan replaced his mask.
"Enter!" said the superior.
The door opened and the serving-brother appeared.
"An emissary from General Georges Cadoudal asks to be admitted," said he.
"Did he reply to the three passwords?"
"Then let him in."
The lay brother retired to the subterranean passage, and reappeared a couple of
minutes later leading a man easily recognized by his costume as a peasant, and
by his square head with its shock of red hair for a Breton. He advanced in the
centre of the circle without appearing in the least intimidated, fixing his eyes on
each of the monks in turn, and waiting until one of these twelve granite statues
should break silence. The president was the first to speak to him.
"From whom do you come?" he asked him.
"He who sent me," replied the peasant, "ordered me to answer, if I were asked
that question, that I was sent by Jehu."
"Are you the bearer of a verbal or written message?"
"I am to reply to the questions which you ask me, and exchange a slip of paper
for some money."
"Very good; we will begin with the questions. What are our brothers in the
"They have laid down their arms and are awaiting only a word from you to take
them up again."
"And why did they lay down their arms?"
"They received the order to do so from his Majesty Louis XVIII."
"There is talk of a proclamation written by the King's own hand. Have they
"Here is a copy."
The peasant gave a paper to the person who was interrogating him. The latter
opened it and read:
The war has absolutely no result save that of making the monarchy odious and
threatening. Monarchs who return to their own through its bloody succor are
never loved; these sanguinary measures must therefore be abandoned; confide
in the empire of opinion which returns of itself to its saving principles. "God and
the King," will soon be the rallying cry of all Frenchmen. The scattered elements
of royalism must be gathered into one formidable sheaf; militant Vendée must be
abandoned to its unhappy fate and marched within a more pacific and less erratic
path. The royalists of the West have fulfilled their duty; those of Paris, who have
prepared everything for the approaching Restoration, must now be relied upon--
The president raised his head, and, seeking Morgan with a flash of the eye which
his hood could not entirely conceal, said: "Well, brother, I think this is the
fulfilment of your wish of a few moments ago. The royalists of the Vendée and