tions you please; for you see my past life far better than I could do myself."
"In the first place, then, who examined you, — the procureur du roi, his deputy, or a magistrate?"
"The deputy."
"Was he young or old?"
"About six or seven and twenty years of age, I should say."
"To be sure," answered the abbé. "Old enough to be ambitious, but not sufficiently so to have hardened his heart. And how did he treat you?"
"With more of mildness than severity."
"Did you tell him your whole story?"
"I did."
"And did his conduct change at all in the course of your examination?"
"Yes; certainly he did appear much disturbed when he read the letter that had brought me into this scrape. He seemed quite overcome at the danger I was in."
"You were in?"
"Yes; for whom else could he have felt any apprehensions?"
"Then you feel quite convinced he sincerely pitied your misfortune?"
"Why, he gave me one great proof of his sympathy, at least."
"And what was that?"
"He burned the sole proof that could at all have criminated me."
"Do you mean the letter of accusation?"
"Oh, no! the letter I was intrusted to convey to Paris."
"Are you sure he burned it?"
"He did so before my eyes."
"Ay, indeed! that alters the case; this man might, after all, be a greater scoundrel than I at first believed."
"Upon my word," said Dantès, "you make me shudder. Is the world filled with tigers and crocodiles?"
"Only remember that two-legged tigers and crocodiles are more dangerous than those that walk on four."
"Never mind, let us go on."
"With all my heart! You tell me he burned the letter in your presence?"
"He did; saying at the same time, 'You see I thus destroy the only proof existing against you.'"
"This action is somewhat too sublime to be natural."
"You think so?"
"I am sure of it. To whom was this letter addressed?"
"To M. Noirtier, No. 13 Rue Coq-Héron, Paris."
