"It is unnecessary," he cried hurriedly. "That night I performed secret services to the Nation that cannot be made public. But my life is at stake; I demand Santerre. Santerre will vouch for me."
But what he said was lost in the chorus:
"Spy!"
"Liar!"
"Traitor!"
"Liar! Liar!"
"Santerre now!"
"Robespierre next!"
"He was nursing Danton, perhaps!"