“You understand, Andre? I am sorry that...”
“Say no more, please. Come and see me soon again. I would press you to remain, but it is striking nine, and the first of my pupils is about to arrive.”
“Nor would I permit it,” said Danton. “Between us we must resolve the riddle of how to extinguish M. de La Tour d’Azyr and his friends.”
“Who?”
Sharp as a pistol-shot came that question, as Danton was turning away. The tone of it brought him up short. He turned again, Le Chapelier with him.
“I said M. de La Tour d’Azyr.”
“What has he to do with the proposal you were making me?”
“He? Why, he is the phlebotomist in chief.”
And Le Chapelier added. “It is he who killed Lagron.”
“Not a friend of yours, is he?” wondered Danton.