The Chat Gris

The Chat Gris

I have had many strange situations in my day as the Scarlet Pimpernel, and the Chat Gris was one of them. I walked up without many worries and didn’t know there was trouble inside. I went inside and to my surprise, there sat that devil Frenchie Chauvelin. I knew he had been on my trail since Lord Grenville’s Ball but didn’t know that he was that close on my trail. Of course after that whole episode, my poor Marguerite told me, and I forgave her, but it was a shocking at the time. I only wish I could have been prepared and could have ran or come up with a disguise other then being that Jew. I hope that I will never be in another situation as surprising as this one while I am still the Scarlet Pimpernel.

Anyway, when I got into the Chat Gris I had to come up with a quick way to get out and not let Chauvelin know exactly where I was. For a while there I made small talk and said how I was happy to see him even though he was the last person I ever wanted to see after what he had done to my lady. Then I heard some horses and what sounded like soldiers marching. Chauvelin was looking more and more excited as they got nearer. Oh how I wanted to wipe that grin of his face with a nice hearty punch. I was thinking and we were still having small talk until I remembered his like of snuff. I pulled a snuff box that had some pepper in it and told him that I bought it from a Jew in the Piccadilly. He fell for the trick after not having his addiction in a while and took a sniff. I could have heard that Frenchie sneeze from across the English Channel! I wanted to stay there and watch the man die but, I had to put a move on it. That was a pretty easy trick to pull off. I can and will always be able to beat Chauvelin.