"By the Majesty of the King, I'll do my best for you, saving my honour. I'll hang the old man, the father, and let the young one go free."
"Sir," said Julian, "Anthony will never accept life on those terms."
"Then, by my sword and spurs, I can't help you! But I'll do what I can for you—I will, upon my soul! I'll make him dead drunk before I hang him. Will that do? Then he won't feel. Not a bit. He'll go off asleep, and wake in kingdom come, as easy as if he were rocked in a cradle. No unpleasantness at all, and I'll stand the liquor. He shall have what he likes. By Heaven, they're making noise enough outside! Here, help to put this money into the valise. I will call to order."
He set to work and pocketed as many five-guinea pieces as he could, then thrust the rest into the bags.
Having assumed a grave manner, he knocked with the hilt of his sword on the table, and roared to the sentinel to open the door.
He was at once answered. The commotion without had not ceased.
"I will go in. I insist!—I must see Captain Fogg."
"Who is without?" asked the Captain. "Who is that creating such an uproar?"
"It is some one who desires to be admitted into your presence, Captain!" said the Lieutenant. "He says he has been robbed; he claims redress."
"I can't see him—I am busy—— State secrets? Very well, let him in."