set off at a rapid pace. All had received his instructions, and went down
the Corso, crossed the Campo Vaccino, went up the Strada San Gregorio,
and reached the gates of St. Sebastian. Then the porter raised some
difficulties, but the Count of Monte-Cristo produced an authority from
the governor of Rome to quit or enter the city at any and all hours of
the day or night; the portcullis was therefore raised, the porter had a louis for his trouble, and they went on their way.
The road which the carriage now traversed was the ancient Appian Way, and bordered with tombs. From time to time, by the light of the moon, which began to rise, Franz imagined that he saw something like a sentinel appear from various points of the ruin, and suddenly retreat into the darkness on a signal from Peppino.
A short time before they reached the circus of Caracalla the carriage stopped; Peppino opened the door, and the count and Franz alighted.
"In ten minutes," said the count to his companion, "we shall arrive there."
He then took Peppino aside, gave him some order in a low voice, and Peppino went away, taking with him a torch brought with them in the carriage. Five minutes elapsed, during which Franz saw the shepherd advance along a narrow path in the midst of the irregular ground which forms the convulsed soil of the plain of Eome, and disappear in midst of the high red herbage, which seemed like the bristling mane of some enormous lion.
"Now," said the count, "let us follow him."
Franz and the count in their turn then advanced along the same path, which, at the end of a hundred paces, led them by a declivity to the bottom of a small valley. They then perceived two men conversing in the shade.
"Ought we to advance?" asked Franz of the count; "or should we pause?"
"Let us go on; Peppino will have warned the sentry of our coming."
One of these two men was Peppino, and the other a bandit on the lookout. Franz and the count advanced, and the bandit saluted them.
"Your excellency," said Peppino, addressing the count, "if you will follow me, the opening of the catacombs is close at hand."
"Go on, then," replied the count. They came to an opening behind a clump of bushes, and in the midst of a pile of rocks by which a man could scarcely pass. Peppino glided first into this crevice; but after advancing a few paces the passage widened. Then he paused, lighted his torch, and turned round to see if they came after him. The count first reached a kind of square space, and Franz followed him closely. The earth sloped in a gentle descent, enlarging as they proceeded; still
