“Better!” said M. de Favras, laughing; “that is pledging yourself to a great deal. It is difficult to beat the sea, fire, and poison!”
“There remains the cord, marquis,” said Cagliostro, bowing.
“The cord! what do you mean?”
“I mean that you will be hanged,” replied Cagliostro, seeming no more the master of his prophetic rage.
“Hanged! the devil!” cried Richelieu.
“Monsieur forgets that I am a nobleman,” said M. de Favras, coldly; “or if he means to speak of a suicide, I warn him that I shall respect myself sufficiently, even in my last moments, not to use a cord while I have a sword.”
“I do not speak of a suicide, sir.”
“Then you speak of a punishment?”
“Yes.”
“You are a foreigner, sir, and therefore I pardon you.”