"Stop where you are!" he shrieked. "Come a step nearer me at your peril!"
"I am not going to do you any injury," was Tournay's reply in a tone of contempt; "I despise you too much to do you personal violence; I leave you to your fears, citizen president."
There was a sound of heavy footsteps in the corridor, and Tournay moved toward the door to be confronted by a file of soldiers.
"Henriot, you drunken snail," cried Robespierre, "why did you not answer my summons? Arrest this man."
Tournay turned a look upon Robespierre which made the latter quail notwithstanding the guard that surrounded him.
"You had this all arranged," said the colonel quietly.
"I was prepared," replied Robespierre grimly.
Tournay turned away with contempt. "Dictator, your time will be short," he murmured.
"Come, citizen colonel," said the Commandant Henriot, "I must trouble you for your sword."
"Where are you going to take me?" asked Tournay as he delivered up his weapon.