for me, not indulgence, but a trial — let me see my judges; I ask only for a judge; you cannot refuse to bring me before a judge."
"We shall see," said the inspector; then, turning to the governor:
"On my word, the poor devil touches me. You must show me the proofs against him."
"Certainly; but you will find terrible notes against him."
"Monsieur," continued Dantès, "I know it is not in your power to release me; but you can forward my petition, can obtain an inquiry, can plead for me — you can have me tried; and that is all I ask."
"Light me," said the inspector.
"Monsieur," cried Dantès, "I can tell by your voice you are touched with pity; tell me at least to hope."
"I cannot tell you that," replied the inspector; "I can only promise to examine into your case."
"Oh, I am free — then I am saved!"
"Who arrested you?"
"M. Villefort. See him, and hear what he says."
"M. Villefort is no longer at Marseilles; he is now at Toulouse."
"I am no longer surprised at my detention," murmured Dantès, "since my only protector is removed."
"Had M. de Villefort any cause of personal dislike to you?"
"None; on the contrary, he was very kind to me."
"I can, then, rely on the notes he has left concerning you?"
"Entirely."
"That is well; wait patiently, then."
Dantes fell on his knees, and prayed earnestly for the man who had descended to this Hades. The door closed; but this time a fresh inmate was left with Dantes — Hope.
"Will you see the register at once," asked the governor, "or proceed to the other cell?"
"Let us visit them all," said the inspector. "If I once mounted the stairs, I should never have the courage to descend."
"Ah, this one is not like the other; and his madness is less affecting than the reason of his neighbor."
"What is his folly?"
"He fancies he possesses an immense treasure. The first year he offered government a million of francs ($200,000) for his release; the second, two; the third, three; and so on progressively. He is now in his fifth year of captivity; he will ask to speak to you in private, and offer you five millions."
"How curious! — what is his name?"
"L'Abbé Faria."
