"May God grant it."
Ten minutes later they were all on the road to Courbevoie.
CHAPTER XLVIII
UNITED IN DEATH
When Benedetto entered the hall he was neither Malvernet, Cavalcanti or Fagiano. He was simply Benedetto.
"Whoever you are," cried the vicomte, "I implore you to help me bring this poor child out of here."
"Vicomte," replied Benedetto, coldly, "I will not help you, and you'll not bring this woman away from here."
"I will shoot you down like a dog," said Spero, contemptuously.