"Yes, the name of Larsagny; as Monsieur Danglars you are also known, though in a different way."
Larsagny trembled and was about to fall.
"You lie!" he hissed.
"What would you say if I told your sovereign that the man he put at the head of the syndicate is only one of that crowd of unhanged thieves who roam about in the world?"
"Wretch, you will say nothing of the kind," cried Danglars (for it was really he); and putting his hand in his breast-pocket he drew forth a revolver and held it at the Italian's breast.
"Softly, softly," said Fagiano, as he took the weapon away from the banker and put it in his pocket. "A little while ago I asked for two hundred thousand francs; now I must increase my demand to half a million."
"You are a fool," said Danglars, pale with rage. "You will never get a sou from me."
"Have no fear about that; as soon as I threaten to expose you, you will submit; I have some piquant details in petto."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well, I will announce your name at the same time as mine."