"Unfortunately," said the governor, "I know beforehand what you are about to say; it concerns your treasures, does it not?"
Faria fixed his eyes on him with an expression that would have convinced any one else of his sanity.
"Doubtless," said he; "of what else should I speak?"
"Monsieur l'Inspecteur," continued the governor, "I can tell you the story as well, for it has been dinned in my ears for the last four or five years."
"That proves," returned the abbé, "that you are like the people of Holy Writ, who have eyes and see not, and who have ears and hear not."
"The government does not want your treasures," replied the inspector; "keep them until you are liberated." The abbé's eyes glistened; he seized the inspector's hand.
"But what if I am not liberated," cried he, "and am detained here, contrary to all justice, until my death? What, if I die without revealing my secret? the treasure will be lost. Had not government better profit by it? I will offer six millions, and I will content myself with the rest."
"On my word," said the inspector, in a low tone, "had I not been told beforehand this man was mad, I should believe what he says."
"I am not mad!" replied Faria, with that acuteness of hearing peculiar to prisoners. "The treasure I speak of really exists; and I offer to sign a treaty with you, by virtue of which you will take me to a spot I shall designate, you shall see the earth dug up under your own eyes, and if I lie, if nothing is found, if I am mad, as you call me, then bring me here again, and I shall die without asking more."
The governor laughed. "Is the spot far from here?"
"A hundred leagues."
"It is not a bad idea," said the governor. "If every prisoner took it into his head to travel a hundred leagues, and their guardians consented to accompany them, they would have a capital chance of escaping."
"The scheme is well known," said the inspector; "and M. l'Abbé has not even the merit of its invention."
Then, turning to Faria, "I inquired if you are well fed?" said he.
"Swear to me," replied Faria, "to free me, if what I tell you prove true, and I will stay here whilst you go to the spot."
"Are you well fed?" repeated the inspector.
"Monsieur, you run no risk, for, as I told you, I will stay here; so there is no chance of my escaping."
"You do not reply to my question," replied the inspector impatiently.
"Nor you to mine," cried the abbé. "Accursed be you like the other
