the intense interest with which he listened; "indeed, Maximilian, did you hear that?"
"Yes, my dear count, I heard it; and the doctor added, that if another death occurred in a similar way, he must appeal to justice."
Monte-Cristo listened, or appeared to do so, with the greatest calmness.
"Well!" said Maximilian, "death came a third time, and neither the master of the house nor the doctor said a word. Death is now, perhaps, striking a fourth blow. Count, what am I bound to do, being in possession of this secret?"
"My dear friend," said Monte-Cristo, "you appear to be relating an adventure which we all know by heart. I know the house where you heard it, or one very similar to it; a house with a garden, a master, a physician, and where there have been three unexpected and sudden deaths. Well! I have not intercepted your confidence, and yet I know all that as well as you, and I have no conscientious scruples. No, it does not concern me. You say an exterminating angel appears to have devoted that house to God's anger—well! who says your supposition is not reality? Do not notice things which those whose interest is to see them, pass over. If it is God's justice, instead of his anger, which is walking through that house, Maximilian, turn away your face, and let his justice accomplish its purpose."
Morrel shuddered. There was something mournful, solemn, and terrible in the count's manner.
"Besides," continued he, in so changed a tone that no one would have supposed it was the same person speaking—"besides, who says that it will begin again?"
"It has returned, count!" exclaimed Morrel; "that is why I hastened to you."
"Well! what do you wish me to do? Do you wish me, for instance, to give information to the procureur du roi?" Monte-Cristo uttered the last words with so much meaning, that Morrel, starting up, cried out:
"You know of whom I speak, count, do you not?"
"Perfectly well, my good friend; and I will prove it to you by putting the dots to the i, or, rather, by naming the persons. You were walking one evening in M. de Villefort's garden: from what you relate, I suppose it to have been the evening of Madame de Saint-Méran death. You heard M. de Villefort talking to M. d'Avrigny about the death of M. de Saint-Méran and that, no less surprising, of the marchioness. M. d'Avrigny said he believed they both proceeded from poison; and you, honest man, have ever since been asking your heart, and sounding your conscience, to know if you ought to expose or conceal
