第二百八十三章 七 在比耶特街招来的兵
七 在比耶特街招来的兵
夜已完全来临，却什么也没有出现。他们只听到一些模糊的声响，偶尔有几声枪响，但枪声稀少，并不密集，而且很远。这阵持续延长的间歇，表明政府正在从容准备，集结兵力。这五十个人在等待六万人。
面对可怖事件的门槛，那种攫住坚强灵魂的不耐烦，侵袭着安灼拉。他去找伽弗洛什，后者正在酒馆里，在谨慎地放在柜台上的两支蜡烛的微弱光线下制造子弹，因为桌子上散落着火药。这两支蜡烛在外面没有丝毫光亮。起义者们还特意不在楼上点灯。
伽弗洛什此刻心事重重，但并非完全因为他的子弹。比耶特街的那个人刚刚走进酒馆，坐在最暗的一张桌子旁。他分到了一支大型步枪，正夹在两腿之间。伽弗洛什之前被一百件“有趣”的事情分了心，甚至没看见这个人。
当他进来时，伽弗洛什机械地用眼睛跟着他，羡慕着他的枪；然后，当那个人一坐下，这小顽童突然跳了起来。如果有人在此之前窥视过那个人，会看到他正以一种异常的专注观察着街垒里和起义者队伍中的一切；但是，从他进入这个房间的那一刻起，他就陷入了一种沉思，似乎不再看到正在发生的事情。这流浪儿走近这个沉思的人物，开始踮着脚尖在他周围转悠，就像人们走在怕吵醒的人身边一样。同时，在他那既放肆又严肃、既轻浮又深沉、既快乐又令人心碎的稚气脸庞上，掠过所有那些老人的怪相，表示：“啊，嘿！不可能！我看花了！我在做梦！这会是真的吗？不，不是的！可是，是啊！怎么，不！等等。”伽弗洛什踮着脚后跟晃悠，双手握拳插在口袋里，像鸟一样转动着脖子，把他下唇的所有智慧都倾注在一个巨大的撇嘴里。他惊愕、不确定、怀疑、信服、目眩神迷。他有着奴隶市场中宦官头子在一堆邋遢女人中发现维纳斯的神情，以及一个业余爱好者在成堆的拙劣画作中认出拉斐尔真迹的神情。他的整个身心都在工作——寻找的直觉和综合的智慧。很明显，伽弗洛什的生活中发生了一件大事。
正是在他心事最重的时候，安灼拉走近了他。
“你个子小，”安灼拉说，“你不会被人看见。走出街垒，沿着房子溜过去，在街上侦察一下，然后回来告诉我情况如何。”
伽弗洛什蹲了起来。
“这么说小把戏也有用啦！那太走运了！我去！同时，要相信小人物，提防大人物。”伽弗洛什抬起头，压低声音，指着比耶特街的那个人补充道：“你看见那边那个大块头了吗？”
“怎么？”
“他是个警察密探。”
“你肯定吗？”
“不到两星期前，他把我的耳朵拎着，从皇家港的飞檐上拉下来，我那时在那儿透气。”
安灼拉迅速离开这孩子，低声对恰好在一旁的一个码头装卸工说了几句话。那人离开房间，几乎立刻带着另外三个人回来了。这四个人，四个宽肩膀的搬运工，走去站在比耶特街那人手肘撑着的那张桌子后面，没有做任何会吸引他注意的事。他们显然准备随时扑向他。
然后安灼拉走近那人，问他：
“你是谁？”
听到这个突如其来的质问，那人吃了一惊。他的目光深深探入安灼拉清澈的眼睛，似乎明白了后者的意思。他笑了笑，那嘲笑是世界上最不屑、最有力、最坚决的，然后带着高傲的严肃回答说：
“我明白了。好吧，是的！”
“你是个警察密探？”
“我是当局的探员。”
“你叫什么名字？”
“沙威。”
安灼拉向那四个人做了个手势。一眨眼功夫，没等沙威来得及转身，他就被抓住脖子、摔倒、捆绑并搜了身。
他们在他身上找到一张小圆卡片，夹在两片玻璃之间，一面刻着法国国徽，并刻着这句题词：“监督和警戒”，另一面写着：“沙威，警察督察，五十二岁”，以及当时警察局长吉斯克先生的签名。
除此之外，他还带着他的表和钱包，里面有几个金币。他们留下了他的表和钱包。在表下面，在他表袋的底部，他们摸到并搜出一个信封包着的文件，安灼拉展开它，读到了警察局长亲笔写的这五行字：
“一俟他的政治使命完成，督察沙威将通过特别监视，查明歹徒是否确实在塞纳河右岸、耶拿桥附近进行阴谋活动。”
搜查结束后，他们把沙威扶起来，反绑了他的双臂，把他捆在房间中间那根著名的柱子上，这根柱子从前给了这家酒馆它的名字。
伽弗洛什目睹了这一切，并用无声的点头表示赞同，他走近沙威，对他说：
“是老鼠抓住了猫。”
这一切进行得如此迅速，以至于酒馆周围的人们注意到时，一切已经结束。
沙威没有发出一声叫喊。
看到沙威被绑在柱子上，古费拉克、博须埃、若李、公白飞以及分散在两个街垒里的人跑了过来。
沙威背靠着柱子，被绳子捆得动弹不得，他抬起了头，带着那种从不撒谎的人无所畏惧的从容。
“他是个警察密探。”安灼拉说。
然后转向沙威：“你将在街垒被攻克前十分钟被枪决。”
沙威用他最专横的口吻回答：
“为什么不立刻？”
“我们在节省弹药。”
“那就用一刀了结吧。”
“密探，”英俊的安灼拉说，“我们是法官，不是刺客。”
然后他叫伽弗洛什：
“去吧！做我告诉你的事！”
“我这就去！”伽弗洛什喊道。
在他即将出发时停下，说：
“顺便说一句，你们要把他的枪给我！”他补充道：“我把音乐家留给你们，但我想要这只单簧管。”
这流浪儿敬了个军礼，高高兴兴地钻出了大街垒的缺口。
Night was fully come, nothing made its appearance. All that they heard
was confused noises, and at intervals, fusillades; but these were rare,
badly sustained and distant. This respite, which was thus prolonged,
was a sign that the Government was taking its time, and collecting its
forces. These fifty men were waiting for sixty thousand.
Enjolras felt attacked by that impatience which seizes on strong souls
on the threshold of redoubtable events. He went in search of Gavroche,
who had set to making cartridges in the tap-room, by the dubious light
of two candles placed on the counter by way of precaution, on account
of the powder which was scattered on the tables. These two candles cast
no gleam outside. The insurgents had, moreover, taken pains not to have
any light in the upper stories.
Gavroche was deeply preoccupied at that moment, but not precisely with
his cartridges. The man of the Rue des Billettes had just entered the
tap-room and had seated himself at the table which was the least
lighted. A musket of large model had fallen to his share, and he held
it between his legs. Gavroche, who had been, up to that moment,
distracted by a hundred “amusing” things, had not even seen this man.
When he entered, Gavroche followed him mechanically with his eyes,
admiring his gun; then, all at once, when the man was seated, the
street urchin sprang to his feet. Any one who had spied upon that man
up to that moment, would have seen that he was observing everything in
the barricade and in the band of insurgents, with singular attention;
but, from the moment when he had entered this room, he had fallen into
a sort of brown study, and no longer seemed to see anything that was
going on. The gamin approached this pensive personage, and began to
step around him on tiptoe, as one walks in the vicinity of a person
whom one is afraid of waking. At the same time, over his childish
countenance which was, at once so impudent and so serious, so giddy and
so profound, so gay and so heart-breaking, passed all those grimaces of
an old man which signify: Ah bah! impossible! My sight is bad! I am
dreaming! can this be? no, it is not! but yes! why, no! etc. Gavroche
balanced on his heels, clenched both fists in his pockets, moved his
neck around like a bird, expended in a gigantic pout all the sagacity
of his lower lip. He was astounded, uncertain, incredulous, convinced,
dazzled. He had the mien of the chief of the eunuchs in the slave mart,
discovering a Venus among the blowsy females, and the air of an amateur
recognizing a Raphael in a heap of daubs. His whole being was at work,
the instinct which scents out, and the intelligence which combines. It
was evident that a great event had happened in Gavroche’s life.
It was at the most intense point of this preoccupation that Enjolras
accosted him.
“You are small,” said Enjolras, “you will not be seen. Go out of the
barricade, slip along close to the houses, skirmish about a bit in the
streets, and come back and tell me what is going on.”
Gavroche raised himself on his haunches.
