“You know very well that steel cannot hurt me now——”
Aquilina’s arm suddenly dropped like a snapped harp string.
“Out with you, my good friend,” said the cashier, turning to the sergeant, “and go about your business.”
He held out his hand; the other felt Castanier’s superior power, and could not choose but to obey.
“This house is mine; I could send for the commissary of police if I chose, and give you up as a man who has hidden himself on my premises, but I would rather let you go; I am a fiend, I am not a spy.”
“I shall follow him!” said Aquilina.
“Then follow him,” returned Castanier.—“Here, Jenny——”
Jenny appeared.
“Tell the porter to hail a cab for them.—Here Naqui,” said Castanier, drawing a bundle of bank-notes from his pocket; “you shall not go away like a pauper from a man who loves you still.”
He held out three hundred thousand francs. Aquilina took the notes, flung them on the floor, spat on them, and trampled upon them in a frenzy of despair.