“You are not yet sufficiently near for me to treat you as before, and I will not expose myself to be killed by you, like poor Gilbert.”
“Gilbert!” cried Philippe, reeling back. “Did you say Gilbert?”
“Happily you have no gun this time, only a sword.”
“Monsieur,” cried Philippe, “you have pronounced a name——”
“Which has awakened a terrible echo in your remembrance, has it not? A name that you never thought to hear again, for you were alone with the poor boy, in the grotto of Açores, when you assassinated him.”
“Oh!” said Philippe, “will you not draw?”
“If you knew,” said Cagliostro, “how easily I could make your sword fly from your hand!”
“With your sword?”
“Yes, with my sword, if I wished.”
“Then try.”