第28章

"To no one, on my honor."

"Everybody is ignorant that you are the bearer of a letter from the Island of Elba, and addressed to M.Noirtier?""Everybody, except the person who gave it to me.""And that was too much, far too much," murmured Villefort.

Villefort's brow darkened more and more, his white lips and clinched teeth filled Dantes with apprehension.After reading the letter, Villefort covered his face with his hands.

"Oh," said Dantes timidly, "what is the matter?" Villefort made no answer, but raised his head at the expiration of a few seconds, and again perused the letter.

"And you say that you are ignorant of the contents of this letter?""I give you my word of honor, sir," said Dantes; "but what is the matter? You are ill -- shall I ring for assistance?

-- shall I call?"

"No," said Villefort, rising hastily; "stay where you are.

It is for me to give orders here, and not you.""Monsieur," replied Dantes proudly, "it was only to summon assistance for you.""I want none; it was a temporary indisposition.Attend to yourself; answer me." Dantes waited, expecting a question, but in vain.Villefort fell back on his chair, passed his hand over his brow, moist with perspiration, and, for the third time, read the letter.

"Oh, if he knows the contents of this!" murmured he, "and that Noirtier is the father of Villefort, I am lost!" And he fixed his eyes upon Edmond as if he would have penetrated his thoughts.

"Oh, it is impossible to doubt it," cried he, suddenly.

"In heaven's name!" cried the unhappy young man, "if you doubt me, question me; I will answer you." Villefort made a violent effort, and in a tone he strove to render firm, --"Sir," said he, "I am no longer able, as I had hoped, to restore you immediately to liberty; before doing so, I must consult the trial justice; what my own feeling is you already know.""Oh, monsieur," cried Dantes, "you have been rather a friend than a judge.""Well, I must detain you some time longer, but I will strive to make it as short as possible.The principal charge against you is this letter, and you see" -- Villefort approached the fire, cast it in, and waited until it was entirely consumed.

"You see, I destroy it?"

"Oh," exclaimed Dantes, "you are goodness itself.""Listen," continued Villefort; "you can now have confidence in me after what I have done.""Oh, command, and I will obey."

"Listen; this is not a command, but advice I give you.""Speak, and I will follow your advice."

"I shall detain you until this evening in the Palais de Justice.Should any one else interrogate you, say to him what you have said to me, but do not breathe a word of this letter.""I promise." It was Villefort who seemed to entreat, and the prisoner who reassured him.

"You see," continued he, glancing toward the grate, where fragments of burnt paper fluttered in the flames, "the letter is destroyed; you and I alone know of its existence;should you, therefore, be questioned, deny all knowledge of it -- deny it boldly, and you are saved.""Be satisfied; I will deny it."

"It was the only letter you had?"

"It was."

"Swear it."

"I swear it."

Villefort rang.A police agent entered.Villefort whispered some words in his ear, to which the officer replied by a motion of his head.

"Follow him," said Villefort to Dantes.Dantes saluted Villefort and retired.Hardly had the door closed when Villefort threw himself half-fainting into a chair.

"Alas, alas," murmured he, "if the procureur himself had been at Marseilles I should have been ruined.This accursed letter would have destroyed all my hopes.Oh, my father, must your past career always interfere with my successes?"Suddenly a light passed over his face, a smile played round his set mouth, and his haggard eyes were fixed in thought.

"This will do," said he, "and from this letter, which might have ruined me, I will make my fortune.Now to the work Ihave in hand." And after having assured himself that the prisoner was gone, the deputy procureur hastened to the house of his betrothed.