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"Softly, softly," said Fagiano, as he took the weapon away from the banker and put it in his pocket. "A little while ago I asked for two hundred thousand francs; now I must increase my demand to half a million." "You are a fool," said Danglars, pale with rage. "You will never get a sou from me."
When Benedetto entered the hall he was neither Malvernet, Cavalcanti or Fagiano. He was simply Benedetto. "Whoever you are," cried the vicomte, "I implore you to help me bring this poor child out of here." "Vicomte," replied Benedetto, coldly, "I will not help you, and you'll not bring this woman away from here." "I will shoot you down like a dog," said Spero, contemptuously.
"No," he replied, "I will go for it myself." He went back to Goutran's apartment. As he passed through the vestibule he heard a sarcastic laugh. He was of course mistaken, for only Goutran, with Carmen, were coming down the stairs Monsieur de Laisangy, Comte Velleni, and his Secretary Fagiano. "You have behaved like a hero, Count!" cried Carmen, as soon as she saw him.
"The conversation was now carried on in such a low tone that I could not understand what was being said. I hurried to my room and made up my mind to draw you into my confidence." "I thank you, Carmen," cried Gontram; "Spero is a friend, a brother, and I would gladly offer up my life to save his." "Of whom could Fagiano have spoken when he said: 'She is in my power?" asked Carmen. "I hardly know.
Signor Fagiano stood in the beautiful parlor, and a malicious smile played about his lips. The banker entered now. The scene in the painter's garden would not vanish from his mind. Fagiano had approached him then and triumphantly whispered: "Monsieur de Larsagny, I know your past." Larsagny had uttered a cry of terror. "If I am to remain silent," Fagiano had added, "I must have money."
Just as he reached the stairs, Monsieur de Larsagny and his daughter, whom Gontram escorted, and Count Vellini and his secretary came down. "Vicomte," said Carmen, vivaciously, "you are a hero, and the rest of the gentlemen can take you for an example." Monsieur de Larsagny coughed slightly, while Fagiano loudly cried: "The vicomte is the worthy son of his father, the great count."
I do not know you, you do not know me, and I cannot understand to what I am indebted for the honor of your visit. I am very patient, but everything has its limits, and only the position I occupy prevents me from throwing you out." "Call your servants, Monsieur de Larsagny. I have no fear of publicity," said Fagiano, boldly.
"You are mad!" he cried. "Very well; but what would you say if at the Tuileries you heard yourself announced by your real name, Monsieur Danglars?" Danglars, for it was he, drew a pistol from his pocket and presented it to Fagiano's breast. He with a quick blow struck it from the banker's hand. It fell on the floor and fortunately did not go off. Fagiano picked it up and drew the charge.
The banker instinctively extended his hand to assist him. Fagiano bowed low as he recovered himself, and went into another room. There was certainly nothing very remarkable in this incident, but Carmen started and instantly hastened to the side of the banker, who seemed calmly indifferent to what had taken place.
"Baron, you are the friend of the emperor and are very rich, and no one suspects that Baron Larsagny is the former forger and swindler Danglars. One word from me and you sink deep in the mud. It depends on you whether I am to be your friend or your enemy." "Ah, now I know who you are," said the banker, springing up. "You are Andrea Cavalcanti." "Right," laughed Fagiano. "Now I remember.
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