His tone was gentle.

"When I gave you my word it was given honestly, without reservation.

There were no papers in that cloak.
Some one has gone before us, or rather, some one has gone before me.
You spoke of papers: what gave you to believe there was more than one?
Monsieur, is not the lie on your side?
Have you not had access to the Chevalier's room?
You say that I lie; is not your own tongue crooked?
Besides, let us not forget the poet, who, while he may be unaware of the commercial value of that paper, has no less an interest in it.

You have given me the lie: go about your affairs as you please, and I shall do likewise.

When we land, if the Chevalier does not kill you, I will." "Why ?" "You tell me that I lie." "Bah! Monsieur, under all circumstances there would be cause for war between us.