Vignon is bestirring himself already--" "Ah! you have news of Vignon ?" exclaimed Monferrand, becoming very attentive.
"Well, as I passed his door just now, I saw a string of cabs waiting there.

All his creatures have been on the move since yesterday, and at least twenty persons have told me that the band is already dividing the spoils.

For, as you must know, the fierce and ingenuous Mege is again going to pull the chestnuts out of the fire for others.

Briefly, we are dead, and the others claim that they are going to bury us in mud before they fight over our leavings." With his arm outstretched Barroux made a theatrical gesture, and his voice resounded as if he were in the tribune.
Nevertheless, his emotion was real, tears even were coming to his eyes.
"To think that I who have given my whole life to the Republic, I who founded it, who saved it, should be covered with insults in this fashion, and obliged to defend myself against abominable charges! To say that I abused my trust! That I sold myself and took 200,000 francs from that man Hunter, simply to slip them into my pocket! Well, certainly there _was_ a question of 200,000 francs between us.

But how and under what circumstances?
They were doubtless the same as in your case, with regard to the 80,000 francs that he is said to have handed you--" But Monferrand interrupted his colleague in a clear trenchant voice: "He never handed me a centime." The other looked at him in astonishment, but could only see his big, rough head, whose features were steeped in shadow: "Ah! But I thought you had business relations with him, and knew him particularly well." "No, I simply knew Hunter as everyone knew him.