IN THE SHADOW
the various essential elements of his campaign. The sound of his voice encouraged him, gave him confidence; yet to obtain this fully he must have a listener. He raised his great voice.
"Hold! Jules! Jules!"
From the house there came an answering cry; thin, raucous, resembling the call of a peacock. "Oui, monsieur, I come!"
With his servant Dessalines naturally conversed in French.
A moment later Jules entered the pagoda. Jules, the valet of Dessalines, was most aptly described by his petit nom of "le corbeau." Crowlike, or, more properly, ravenlike, he was in appearance, voice, and habit. Dessalines had secured him in a peculiar way; the way in which one would naturally secure so wary a bird.
It was while he was occupying apartments in a hotel in Paris that Dessalines, whose instincts were as keenly accurate as those of a cat, became aware that some one was in the habit of spying upon him through a crack in his door. Wishing to catch and cuff the offender, whom he correctly judged to be one of the servants of the house, he laid a snare. Without appearing conscious of having noticed the espionage, he moved toward the door as though to hang up his coat; then, quick as a cat, he threw the door open, clutched through the aperture with one great hand and drew into his room a squirming, struggling creature, who in his terror was able only to squawk like a fowl.
"Aha, my fine fellow," cried Dessalines, throwing him across the room after he had closed and locked the door, "now that I have got you I will teach you a les-
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