Part 10 (1/2)
”Inhuman monsters?” snarled Heron ”Bah! they don't do their business thoroughly; ant the tyrant's spawn to become a true Republican and a patriot--aye! to make of hiot him by so, a tyrant to set above the people, to set up in your Versailles, your Louvre, to eat off golden plates and wear satin clothes You have seen the brat! By the tiers, and get roaring drunk every night That's ant!--to et him away; but you shall not! You shall not, not if I have to strangle him with my own hands”
He picked up his short-steely at it for awhile De Batz was
”My friend,” he said after a little while, ”you are agitating yourself quite unnecessarily, and gravely jeopardising your prospects of getting a coers off my person
Who said I wanted to rowled Heron
”Exactly You have said that before But do you not think that you would be far wiser, instead of directing your undivided attention to hts a little to one whoreater cause to fear?”
”Who is that?”
”The Englishman”
”You mean the man they call the Scarlet Pimpernel?”
”Himself Have you not suffered from his activity, friend Heron? I fancy that citizen Chauvelin and citizen Collot would have quite a tale to tell about hiuillotined for that blunder last autune”
”Take care that the same accusation be not laid at your door this year, my friend,” commented de Batz placidly
”Bah!”
”The Scarlet Pimpernel is in Paris even now”
”The devil he is!”
”And on what errand, think you?”
There was a moment's silence, and then de Batz continued with slow and dra your most precious prisoner froely
”I guessed”
”How?”
”I saw a man in the Theatre National to-day”
”Well?”
”Who is a ue of the Scarlet Pimpernel”
”D---- hin a receipt for the three thousand five hundred livres, which I a to hand over to you, my friend, and I will tell you?”
”Where's the money?”