him delirious?

"Dieu! How you stare!" he continued, laughing in their faces.
"You shall see something to compensate you for your journey,
messieurs. I have learnt some odd tricks in Italy; they are a
curious people beyond the Alps. What did you say was the name of
the man the Queen had sent from Paris? - he who lies at the
bottom of the moat of Condillac?"

"Let there be an end to this jesting," growled Marius. "On guard,
Monsieur le Marquis!"

"Patience! patience!" Florimond implored him. "You shall have your
way with me, I promise you. But of your charity, messieurs, tell
me first the name of that man."

"It was Garnache," said Fortunio, "and if the information will serve
you, it was I who slew him."

"You?" cried Florimond. "Tell me of it, I beg you."

"Do you fool us?" questioned Marius in a rage that overmastered his
astonishment, his growing suspicion that here all was not quite as
it seemed.

"Fool you? But no. I do but wish to show you something that I
learned in Italy. Tell me how you slew him, Monsieur le Capitaine."

"I think we are wasting time," said the captain, angry too. He felt
that this smiling gentleman was deriding the pair of them; it crossed