He killed two." "Is he dead ?" "Almost, but I hope he will recover.

Just imagine, general; he was found by the road, and brought home with a dagger in his breast, like a prop in a vineyard." "Why, it's like a scene of the Sainte-Vehme, neither more nor less." "And on the blade of the dagger, that there might be no doubt as to who did the deed, were graven the words: 'Companions of Jehu.'" "Why, it isn't possible that such things can happen in France, in the last year of the eighteenth century.

It might do for Germany in the Middle Ages, in the days of the Henrys and the Ottos." "Not possible, general?
But here is the dagger.

What do you say to that?
Attractive, isn't it ?" And the young man drew from under his coat a dagger made entirely of steel, blade and handle.

The handle was shaped like a cross, and on the blade, sure enough, were engraved the words, "Companions of Jehu." Bonaparte examined the weapon carefully.
"And you say they planted that plaything in your Englishman's breast ?" "Up to the hilt." "And he's not dead ?" "Not yet, at any rate." "Have you been listening, Bourrienne ?" "With the greatest interest." "You must remind me of this, Roland." "When, general ?" "When ?--when I am master.