"Yes."
"Then pray return me my sword, and let me in."
"Oh, no, monsieur!" implored Reteau, who hoped for a protector in the man who had finished with him.
"I cannot leave monsieur outside the door," said Charny.
"Oh, it is a murder!" cried Reteau. "Kill me right off, and have done with it!"
"Be easy," said Charny; "I do not think monsieur will touch you."
"You are right," said Philippe; "you have been beaten--let it suffice; but there are the remaining numbers, which must be destroyed."
"Oh yes!" cried Charny. "You see, two heads are better than one; I should have forgotten that. But how did you happen to come to this gate, M. de Taverney?"
"I made some inquiries in the neighborhood about this fellow, and hearing that he had this mode of escape, I thought by coming in here, and locking the gate after me, I should cut off his retreat, and make sure of him. The same idea of vengeance struck you, only more in a hurry, you came straight to his house without any inquiries, and he would have escaped you if I had not luckily been here."
"I am rejoiced that you were, M. de Taverney. Now, fellow, lead us to your press."
"It is not here," said Reteau.
"A lie!" said Charny.
"No, no," cried Philippe, "we do not want the press; the numbers are all printed and here, except those sold to M. de Cagliostro."
"Then he shall burn them before our eyes!"
And they pushed Reteau into his shop.
CHAPTER x.x.xI.
HOW TWO FRIENDS BECAME ENEMIES.
Aldegonde, however, had gone to fetch the guard; but before she returned they had had time to light a fire with the first numbers, and were throwing them in, one after another, as quickly as possible, when the guard appeared, followed by a crowd of ragged men, women, and boys.
Happily, Philippe and Charny knew Reteau"s secret exit, so when they caught sight of the guard they made their escape through it, carrying the key with them.
Then Reteau began crying "Murder!" while Aldegonde, seeing the flames through the window, cried "Fire!"
The soldiers arrived, but finding the young men gone, and the house not on fire, went away again, leaving Reteau to bathe his bruises. But the crowd lingered about all day, hoping to see a renewal of the fun.
When Taverney and Charny found themselves in the Rue Vieux Augustins, "Monsieur," said Charny, "now we have finished that business, can I be of any use to you?"
"Thanks, sir, I was about to ask you the same question."
"Thank you, but I have private business which will probably keep me in Paris all day."
"Permit me, then, to take leave of you; I am happy to have met you."
"And I you, sir;" and the two young men bowed, but it was easy to see that all this courtesy went no further than the lips.
Philippe went towards the boulevards, while Charny turned to the river; each turned two or three times till he thought himself quite out of sight, but after walking for some time Charny entered the Rue Neuve St.
Gilles, and there once more found himself face to face with Philippe.
Each had again the same idea of demanding satisfaction from the Count de Cagliostro. They could not now doubt each other"s intentions, so Philippe said:
"I left you the seller, leave me the buyer; I left you the cane, leave me the sword."
"Sir," replied Charny, "you left it to me simply because I came first, and for no other reason."
"Well," replied Taverney, "here we arrive both together, and I will make no concession."
"I did not ask you for any, sir; only I will defend my right."
"And that, according to you, M. de Charny, is to make M. de Cagliostro burn his thousand copies."
"Remember, sir, that it was my idea to burn the others."
"Then I will have these torn."
"Monsieur, I am sorry to tell you that I wish to have the first turn with M. de Cagliostro."
"All that I can agree to, sir, is to take our chance. I will throw up a louis, and whoever guesses right shall be first."
"Thanks, sir, but I am not generally lucky, and should probably lose,"
and he stepped towards the door.
Charny stopped him.
"Stay, sir, we will soon understand each other."
"Well, sir?" answered Philippe, turning back.
"Then, before asking satisfaction of M. de Cagliostro, suppose we take a turn in the Bois de Boulogne: it will be out of our way, but perhaps we can settle our dispute there. One of us will probably be left behind, and the other be uninterrupted."
"Really, monsieur," said Philippe, "you echo my own thoughts--where shall we meet?"
"Well, if my society be not insupportable to you, we need not part. I ordered my carriage to wait for me in the Place Royale, close by here."
"Then you will give me a seat?" said Philippe.
"With the greatest pleasure;" and they walked together to the carriage, and getting in, set off for the Champs Elysees.
First, however, Charny wrote a few words on his tablets, and gave them to the footman to take to his hotel.