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The bravo behind me was about to strike, when there was a flash, a loud report, and he rolled over a huge, limp, and lifeless mass. At the shot Trotto had sprung back with a gasp to the corner of the room, and crouched there like a rat, staring through the smoke at us, for Pierrebon had run to my side. "Keep the door, Pierrebon," I said, and I stepped forward; but the Italian was done.
What could I say? And she went on: "Listen! After that night I brought him Trotto back to Paris as soon as he was able to move. He was badly hurt, but not so badly as we thought; and he lives for revenge. Your brother the Vidame is in a house in the Rue des Lavandières, into which he has recently moved. There I brought Trotto.
Torquato Trotto cursed under his breath; but time was short, and he could not afford to waste it. He bent down and kissed the woman's hand. "Carissima! have no fear. And now let me go and see to our guest's wounds." With this he freed himself, and went back.
As we rode up a woman's figure appeared at an open window, but stepped back at once, and I asked Piero, in his own Italian: "Has Monsieur de Richelieu returned?" The giant answered gruffly: "I know not, signor. He who is within is the Captain Torquato Trotto." "Torquato Trotto! I know not the name." And Piero made no answer, for we had now come to the door of the house.
The heavy step of Piero halted, however, in the passage, and Trotto entered alone, rubbing his hands together as usual, his white teeth shining between their setting of red lip and short black moustache and beard. Of a truth Messire Torquato was a handsome man if an evil one. He came in with a set smile on his face. "The ladies are safely at rest, and "
If further proof is needed I beg leave to refer to the confession of the Italian, Torquato Trotto, made at his expiation, which gives many and curious details, especially of what happened in Le Jaquemart, and which is registered in the archives of the Parliament of Paris, where all who list may see it.
Trotto nodded, and closing the door left Simon of Orrain, full of stinging pains in his body and burning evil thoughts in his soul, and returning to us led the way to the supper-table. There, whilst we sat, mademoiselle told them of her peril, and how she was rescued, and as she concluded Trotto set down the cup of wine he was tasting, and turning to me, said: "I congratulate you, monsieur.
"Well, what is your brilliant idea?" Trotto coughed. "But the risk, excellency, is greatly increased now that this man is mixed up in the affair." Simon straightened himself in his chair and looked at the captain. "I suppose you want more money. Well, what is your plan?" "With your excellency's permission I will keep that to myself, for a plan is a plan when one head holds it.
"A moment; and I will tell Piero to wait." And he stepped to the door. "Tell him to go to the devil," I said, and Trotto laughed, and after a word or so exchanged with Piero he closed the door and came back to his seat. "I have sent Piero off," he said, and pouring out a bumper for each of us he raised his cup, saying: "Pledge me this toast, monsieur. Long life to the bride and bridegroom!"
Trotto knew he was discovered. He began to breathe quickly, and his hand once more went down. "Divide it, captain," I mocked; "there is just enough for two ah!" And I caught his wrist as he made a sudden stab at me, and pulled him half over the table, springing backwards to my feet as I did so.
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