“Ask him if he remembers the horse Sultan; ask him if he remembers the horse Sultan!”
Lola took him by the shoulders.
“Anastasius, you must go away from here—to please me. It's my orders.”
But he shook himself free, and the silk hat which he had not removed fell off in the quick struggle.
“Ask him if he remembers Saupiquet,” he screamed, and then banged the door.
A malevolent devil put a sudden idea into my head and prompted speech.
“Do you remember Saupiquet?” I asked ironically.
“Monsieur, meddle with your own affairs and let me pass. You shall hear from me.”
The dwarf planted himself before the door.
“You shall not pass till you have answered me. Do you remember Saupiquet? Do you remember the five francs you gave to Saupiquet to let you into Sultan's stable? Ah! Ha! Ha! You wince. You grow pale. Do you remember the ball of poison you put down Sultan's throat?”