"Who did it?"
"I."
"You, Félix? In the back?" Vigo looked at me as if to demand again which side I was on.
"He lay on me, throttling me," I explained. "I stabbed any way I could."
"I trow you are a dead man," Vigo told Grammont. "Natheless, here comes the knife."
It came, with a great cry from the victim. He fell back against Vigo's man, clapping his hand to his side.
"I am done for," he gasped faintly.
"That is well," said Vigo, carefully wiping off the knife.
"Yon is the scoundrel," Grammont gasped, pointing to Lucas.
"He will die a worse death than you," said Vigo.