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~~ are <a - hy ie ee Ps » he <i, a om NL SR THE AMERICAN MARQUIS. 2 «Ah, monsieur, I have been expecting you. You see me? Well, Bras-de-Fer has found his master. That artist, that American, is the devil.” «And after all your boasting, you failed. And my | money?” ; Bras-de-Fer looked very sheepish. “Waitalittle. I will succeed next time.” ‘«“What have you done with the money?” ‘¢ Monsieur, I swear to you that artist shall die.” ‘* But the money you did not earn, where is it?” “Au diable with your money!” Bras-de-Fer started up in 4 rage. | ““ Do you say money to me again and I will tear you with: : my teeth: WhatI said I willdolI will do. But give me 7 time.” 7 ‘« Vile beast!” muttered Alphonse. Then aloud, sooth- | ingly: ‘‘'Tell me how it happened?” ~ ‘ ‘Tell you! Yes, I willtell you. I knocked at his door. | ‘Come in,’ said he. a ‘““] went in. He was daubling away on a picture. He did not turn. ‘Qh, ho,’ said he, and I could see that he saw meina mirror. ‘Are you a brother of my friend? Ig have met three of his brothers already.’ ; ‘¢<T know nothing about your friend or his. brothers,’ said I, for I was mad to have him laugh so easy as Be: was. doing. _ ***T have come to bring you some MmOney from the man of the black mask.’ «*<QOh, ho,’ said he, ‘my old friend of the window, eh? And you are not his brother? ‘©¢ No, Lam not his brother, you laughing devil,’ said I. Ue he Ho, ho? he laughed again, and I wanted to choke ‘ him. 4 <«<« There is your money,’ said I, throwing | the money on ~ the table, as I told you I would. ‘ Count it.’ " “<* Pick up what fell,’ said he. *¢¢ Pick 16 up yourself,’ said [. - «<< Ho, ho!’ he laughed. ‘Must I make you pick itup? — “<¢Make me? I'll make you!’ and with that, I was so” mad with his laughing, that I jumped at him with myy ‘a knife. a ‘‘But he caught hold of me like a vise, and er in | ) my face. comicbooks:com . ~ S