And perhaps that had been better left out. For it seemed that this man was without bowels. For a moment, while he stood looking at me, and before he spoke to me, I gave myself up for lost. There was a glint of cruel satisfaction in his eyes that warned me, before he opened his mouth, what he was going to say to me. ‘I could not have made a better catch, M. de Berault,’ he said, smiling villainously, while he gently smoothed the fur of a cat that had sprung on the table beside him. ‘An old offender, and an excellent example. I doubt it will not stop with you. But later, we will make you the warrant for flying at higher game.’ ‘Monseigneur has handled a sword himself,’ I blurted out. The very room seemed to be growing darker, the air colder. I was never nearer fear in my life. ‘Yes?’ he said, smiling delicately. ‘And so--?’ ‘Will not be too hard on the failings of a poor gentleman.’ ‘He shall suffer no more than a rich one,’ he replied suavely as he stroked the cat. ‘Enjoy that satisfaction, M. de Berault. Is that all?’ ‘Once I was of service to your Eminence,’ I said desperately. ‘Payment has been made,’ he answered, ‘more than once. But for that I should not have seen you.’ ‘The King’s face!’ I cried, snatching at the straw he seemed to hold out. He laughed cynically, smoothly. His thin face, his dark moustache, and whitening hair, gave him an air of indescribable keenness. ‘I am not the King,’ he said. ‘Besides, I am told that you have killed as many as six men in duels. You owe the King, therefore, one life at least. You must pay it. There is no more to be said, M. de Berault,’ he continued coldly, turning away and beginning to collect some papers. ‘The law must take its course.’ I thought that he was about to nod to the lieutenant to withdraw me, and a chilling sweat broke out down my back. I saw the scaffold, I felt the cords. A moment, and it would be too late! ‘I have a favour to ask,’ I stammered desperately, ‘if your Eminence will give me a moment alone.’ ‘To what end?’ he answered, turning and eyeing me with cold disfavour. ‘I know you--your past--all. It can do no good, my friend.’ ‘No harm!’ I cried. ‘And I am a dying man, Monseigneur!’ ‘That is true,’ he said thoughtfully. Still he seemed to hesitate; and my heart beat fast. At last he looked at the lieutenant. ‘You may leave us,’ he said shortly. ‘Now,’ he continued, when the officer had withdrawn and left us alone, ‘what is it? Say what you have to say quickly. And, above all, do not try to fool me, M. de Berault.’ But his piercing eyes so disconcerted me now that I had my chance, and was alone with him, that I could not find a word to say, and stood before him mute. I think this pleased him, for his face relaxed. ‘Well?’ he said at last. ‘Is that all?’ ‘The man is not dead,’ I muttered. He shrugged his shoulders contemptuously. ‘What of that?’ he said. ‘That was not what you wanted to say to me.’ ‘Once I saved your Eminence’s life,’ I faltered miserably.