His hand was
raised to strike when a calm voice said: "Fie! Cardillac, for
shame! Do not belittle yourself. This man here is not worthy of
your knife, the hangman will look after him."
Varna raised his loose-jointed frame and looked about with
glistening eyes and trembling lips. His mind was completely
darkened once more. "I must kill him--I must have his
blood--there is no one to see me," he murmured. "I am a
hangman too--he has made a hangman of me," and again he bent
with uplifted hand over the man who had utilised his terrible
misfortune to make a criminal of him. But two of the waiting
attendants seized his arms and threw him back on the floor, while
the other two carted Gyuri out. Both unfortunates were soon
securely guarded.
"Do not be angry with me, doctor," said Muller gravely, as he
walked through the garden accompanied by Orszay.
Doctor Orszay laughed bitterly. "Why should I be angry with you
--you who have discovered my inexcusable credulity?"
"Inexcusable? Oh, no, doctor; it was quite natural that you should
have believed a man who had himself so well in hand, and who knew
so well how to play his part.
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