"I refuse—the son of Simon de Fongereues is living!"
"And if he be dead—am I not the sole heir?"
"I do not know."
"You have no right to keep back a will. Once more I ask—will you speak?"
"I will not!"
"Very well. The will is here; we will take it!"
The Marquis whistled, and Cyprien appeared.
"We must help ourselves," said the Marquis.
"All right!" answered the lacquey.
Strangely enough, this man who looked so infirm now bounded back and placed himself behind a table. He drew from his pockets two pistols, which he pointed toward his adversaries.