Then as his dazed mind cleared he saw and knew.

It was Antoine Picard, the gigantic and faithful servitor of the Lannes family.
"Antoine! Antoine!" cried John.

"How did you come here?
I thought you were in Munich!" "It seems, your honor, that I'm here at the right moment.

His bullet would certainly have found your heart had not my club descended upon his head at the very instant that his finger touched the trigger.

He'll never stir again." "But Antoine, it's you, yourself! It doesn't seem real that you should be here at such a time!" "It's none other than Antoine Picard, your honor, and he never struck a truer or more timely blow.