"Why, here's your name!" he chuckled, highly amused.
Robespierre shuddered.
"My name?"
Barassin raised his lantern, throwing the light on an inscription in large letters on the wall, under some prison notices.
The Incorruptible read—
"We shall be avenged, Robespierre, monster! your turn will come!"
The watchman swung his lantern from place to place, lighting up, for the Incorruptible's benefit, other ominous inscriptions addressed to him.
"Robespierre, the tyrant!"
"Robespierre, the assassin!"
The Incorruptible turned pale.