CHAPTER XXXVIII
RECOLLECTIONS
Signor Fagiano stood in the beautiful parlor, and a malicious smile played about his lips.
The banker entered now. The scene in the painter's garden would not vanish from his mind. Fagiano had approached him then and triumphantly whispered:
"Monsieur de Larsagny, I know your past."
Larsagny had uttered a cry of terror.
"If I am to remain silent," Fagiano had added, "I must have money."
"But who are you?"
Whereupon the answer had come: