The corporal crawled to his knees and staggered to his feet. "By God, Monsieur! …" adjusting his collar.
"Not a word. How much did he pay you to act thus basely?"
"Pay me?"
"Answer!" taking a step forward.
"Ten livres," sullenly.
The Chevalier's hands opened and closed, convulsively. "Give me those livres," he commanded.
"To you?" The corporal's jaw fell. "What do you … ?"
"Be quick about it, man, if you love your worthless life!"
There was no gainsaying the devil in the Chevalier's eyes.
Scowling blackly, the corporal emptied his pockets. Immediately the Chevalier scooped up the coin in his hand.