41/68 I pretended to spit out the wine with disgust, and took an opportunity unperceived of emptying the liquor into the Vase. Jacques half rose from his chair, put his hand into his bosom, and I discovered the haft of a dagger. I returned to my seat with tranquillity, and affected not to have observed their confusion. 'I never can drink Champagne without its producing a violent illness. I swallowed a few mouthfuls ere I was aware of its quality, and fear that I shall suffer for my imprudence.' Baptiste and Jacques exchanged looks of distrust. |