“Do you think so?... Do you think so?” stammered Gilbert, in a trembling voice.
“He’s dead, I tell you.”
“It was Vaucheray . . . it was Vaucheray who did it....”
Pale with anger, Lupin caught hold of him:
“It was Vaucheray, was it?... And you too, you blackguard, since you were there and didn’t stop him! Blood! Blood! You know I won’t have it.... Well, it’s a bad lookout for you, my fine fellows.... You’ll have to pay the damage! And you won’t get off cheaply either.... Mind the guillotine!” And, shaking him violently, “What was it? Why did he kill him?”
“He wanted to go through his pockets and take the key of the cupboard from him. When he stooped over him, he saw that the man unloosed his arms. He got frightened . . . and he stabbed him....”
“But the revolver-shot?”
“It was Léonard . . . he had his revolver in his hand . . . he just had strength to take aim before he died....”
“And the key of the cupboard?”
“Vaucheray took it....”