The tone of it brought him up short. He turned again, Le
Chapelier with him.
"I said M. de La Tour d'Azyr."
"What has he to do with the proposal you were making me?"
"He? Why, he is the phlebotomist in chief."
And Le Chapelier added. "It is he who killed Lagron."
"Not a friend of yours, is he?" wondered Danton.
"And it is La Tour d'Azyr you desire me to kill?" asked Andre-Louis
very slowly, after the manner of one whose thoughts are meanwhile
pondering the subject.
"That's it," said Danton. "And not a job for a prentice hand, I
can assure you.
"Ah, but this alters things," said Andre-Louis, thinking aloud.
"It offers a great temptation."
"Why, then... ?" The Colossus took a step towards him again.
"Wait!" He put up his hand. Then with chin sunk on his breast,
he paced away to the window, musing.
Le Chapelier and Danton exchanged glances, then watched him,
waiting, what time he considered.
At first he almost wondered why he should not of his own accord
have decided upon some such course as this to settle that
long-standing account of M.
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