"Where are the papers?" he demanded of him in a hoarse voice, and the words almost seemed to choke him.
Buteau opened his eyes widely, with an expression of profound surprise, as though he failed to understand.
"Eh? what? What do you say? Papers! what papers?"
"My money!" roared the old man, bracing himself to his full height, and assuming a threatening expression.
"Your money! What, have you still got some money left? Why, you swore that we had cost you so much that you hadn't a copper to call your own. Oh, you cunning old chap, so you really have some money."
He was still swinging about on his chair, sniggering and highly amused, triumphant at having had such a good scent, for he had been the first to suspect the existence of the treasure.
Fouan trembled in every limb.
"Give it back to me!"
"Give it back to you? I haven't got your money! Why, I don't even know where it is!"