The abbé rose from his chair, made two turns round the chamber, and pressed his trembling hand against his parched throat.
"And you believe he died———"
"Of hunger, sir, of hunger," said Caderousse. "I am as certain of it as that we two are Christians."
The abbé, with a shaking hand, seized a glass of water that was standing by him half full, swallowed it at one gulp, and then resumed his seat with red eyes and pale cheeks.
"This was, indeed, a horrid event," said he, in a hoarse voice.
"The more so, sir, as it was men's and not God's doing."
"Tell me of those men," said the abbé, "and remember too," he added, in a voice that was nearly menacing in its tone, "you have promised to tell me everything. Tell me, therefore, who are these men who have killed the son with despair, and the father with famine?"
"Two men jealous of him, sir: one from love, and the other ambition, Fernand and Danglars."
"Say, how was this jealousy manifested?"
"They denounced Edmond as a Bonapartist agent."
"Which of the two denounced him? Which was the real delinquent?"
"Both, sir; one with a letter, and the other put it in the post."
"And where was this letter written?"
"At La Réserve, the day before the festival of the betrothing."
"’Twas so, then — ’twas so, then," murmured the abbé. "Oh, Faria, Faria! how well did you judge men and things!"
"What did you please to say, sir?" asked Caderousse.
"Nothing, nothing," replied the priest; "go on."
"It was Danglars who wrote the denunciation with his left hand, that his writing might not be recognized, and Fernand who put it in the post."
"But," exclaimed the abbé, suddenly, "you were there yourself."
"I!" said Caderousse, astonished; "who told you I was there?"
The abbé saw he had overshot the mark, and he added, quickly:
"No one; but in order to have known everything so well, you must have been an eye-witness."
"True, true!" said Caderousse, in a choking voice, "I was there."
"And did you not remonstrate against such infamy?" asked the abbé; "if not, you were an accomplice."
"Sir," replied Caderousse, "they had made me drink to such an excess that I nearly lost all perception. I saw everything through a cloud. I said all that a man in such a state could say; but they both assured me that it was a jest they were carrying on, and a perfectly harmless jest."
"Next day — next day, sir, you must have seen plain enough what
