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At
the
close
of
this
recital
,
Arthur
turned
his
eyes
upon
the
impudent
and
wicked
face
.
As
it
met
his
,
the
nose
came
down
over
the
moustache
and
the
moustache
went
up
under
the
nose
.
When
nose
and
moustache
had
settled
into
their
places
again
,
Monsieur
Rigaud
loudly
snapped
his
fingers
half
-
a
-
dozen
times
;
bending
forward
to
jerk
the
snaps
at
Arthur
,
as
if
they
were
palpable
missiles
which
he
jerked
into
his
face
.
‘
Now
,
Philosopher
!
’
said
Rigaud
.
‘
What
do
you
want
with
me
?
’
‘
I
want
to
know
,
’
returned
Arthur
,
without
disguising
his
abhorrence
,
‘
how
you
dare
direct
a
suspicion
of
murder
against
my
mother
’
s
house
?
’
‘
Dare
!
’
cried
Rigaud
.
‘
Ho
,
ho
!
Hear
him
!
Dare
?
Is
it
dare
?
By
Heaven
,
my
small
boy
,
but
you
are
a
little
imprudent
!
’
‘
I
want
that
suspicion
to
be
cleared
away
,
’
said
Arthur
.
‘
You
shall
be
taken
there
,
and
be
publicly
seen
.
I
want
to
know
,
moreover
,
what
business
you
had
there
when
I
had
a
burning
desire
to
fling
you
down
-
stairs
.
Don
’
t
frown
at
me
,
man
!
I
have
seen
enough
of
you
to
know
that
you
are
a
bully
and
coward
.
I
need
no
revival
of
my
spirits
from
the
effects
of
this
wretched
place
to
tell
you
so
plain
a
fact
,
and
one
that
you
know
so
well
.
’
White
to
the
lips
,
Rigaud
stroked
his
moustache
,
muttering
,
‘
By
Heaven
,
my
small
boy
,
but
you
are
a
little
compromising
of
my
lady
,
your
respectable
mother
’
—
and
seemed
for
a
minute
undecided
how
to
act
.
His
indecision
was
soon
gone
.
He
sat
himself
down
with
a
threatening
swagger
,
and
said
:
‘
Give
me
a
bottle
of
wine
.
You
can
buy
wine
here
.
Send
one
of
your
madmen
to
get
me
a
bottle
of
wine
.
I
won
’
t
talk
to
you
without
wine
.
Come
!
Yes
or
no
?
’
‘
Fetch
him
what
he
wants
,
Cavalletto
,
’
said
Arthur
,
scornfully
,
producing
the
money
.
‘
Contraband
beast
,
’
added
Rigaud
,
‘
bring
Port
wine
!
I
’
ll
drink
nothing
but
Porto
-
Porto
.
’
The
contraband
beast
,
however
,
assuring
all
present
,
with
his
significant
finger
,
that
he
peremptorily
declined
to
leave
his
post
at
the
door
,
Signor
Panco
offered
his
services
.
