He held it out to Andre-Louis in fingers that shook--more in anger than in fear.
"I yield to violence," he said, showing his teeth like a snarling dog.
"But don't imagine that it will greatly profit you." Andre-Louis took the key.

His pistol remained levelled.
"You threaten me, I think," he said.

"It is not difficult to read your threat.

The moment I am gone, you will run to inform against me.

You will set the marechaussee on my heels to overtake me." "No, no!" cried the other.