Hardly had de Villefort left the dining-room than he put off his joyful mask to take on the serious mien of one called upon to exercise the supreme office of pronouncing on the life of his fellow man. However, despite the mobility of his expression, something which the deputy had studied more than once, as a skilled actor does, in front of his mirror, on this occasion it was an effort for him to lower his brow and darken his features. In reality, apart from the memory of his father's choice of political allegiance (which, if he did not himself completely renounce it, might affect his own career), Gérard de Villefort was at that moment as happy as it is possible for a man to be. At the age of twenty-six, already wealthy in his own right, he held a high office in the legal profession; and he was to marry a beautiful young woman whom he loved, not with passion, but reasonably, as a deputy crown prosecutor may love. Apart from her beauty, which was exceptional, his fiancée, Mlle de Saint-Méran, belonged to a family which was among those most highly thought of at court in this time; and, besides the influence of her mother and father (who, having no other children, could reserve it entirely for their son-in-law), she was in addition bringing her husband a dowry of fifty thousand écus which, thanks to her "expectations" -- that dreadful word invented by marriage brokers -- might one day be increased by a legacy of half a million.
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Hence, the addition of all these elements amounted for Villefort to a dazzling sum of felicity, to such an extent that he thought he was seeing sunspots when he had turned the eyes of his soul for any length of time on the contemplation of his inner life.
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At the door, he found the police commissioner waiting for him. The sight of this sombre personage immediately brought him back from seventh heaven to the solid earth on which we all walk. He composed his features, as we mentioned, and approached the officer of the law: "Here I am, Monsieur. I have read the letter, and you did well to arrest this man. Now tell me everything you know about him and the conspiracy."
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"As far as the conspiracy is concerned, Monsieur, we know nothing as yet. All the papers that we seized on him have been tied in a single bundle and deposited, sealed, on your desk. As for the detainee, you know from the letter denouncing him that he is one Edmond Dantès, first mate on board the three-master Pharaon, trading in cotton with Alexandria and Smyrna, and belonging to the house of Morrel and Son, of Marseille."
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"No, Monsieur, he is quite a young man."
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"Did he serve in the Navy before joining the merchant marine?"
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"Nineteen… twenty, at most."
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At this moment, as Villefort was going down the Grande-Rue and had reached the corner of the Rue des Conseils, a man, who seemed to have been waiting there for him, came over. It was M. Morrel.
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"How old?"
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"Ah, Monsieur de Villefort!" the good man exclaimed. "I am so pleased to see you. Can you imagine! The strangest, the most unheard-of mistake has been made: they have just arrested the first mate of my ship, Edmond Dantès."
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"I know, Monsieur," said Villefort. "I have come to question him."
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"My good sir," said M. Morrel, carried away by his friendship for the young man. "You do not know the person who is being accused; but I know him. He is the mildest, most honest man you could imagine, I might almost say the man who knows his job best of any in the merchant marine. Monsieur de Villefort, I commend him to you most sincerely and with all my heart!"
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As we have seen, Villefort belonged to the nobility of the town and M. Morrel to the plebeian part of it: the former was an extreme Royalist, the latter suspected of harbouring Bonapartist sympathies. Villefort looked contemptuously at Morrel and answered coldly: "You know, Monsieur, that one can be mild in one's private life, honest in one's business dealings and skilled in one's work, yet at the same time, politically speaking, be guilty of great crimes. You do know that, I suppose, Monsieur?"
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This restore to us had a revolutionary ring to the ears of the crown prosecutor's deputy.
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Morrel blushed, for his conscience was not altogether clear on the point of his political opinions. In any case, his mind was slightly troubled by the confidential information that Dantès had given him about his talk with the marshal and the few words that the emperor had addressed to him. However, he added in tones of the most urgent pleading: "I beg you, Monsieur de Villefort, be just, as it is your duty to be, and generous, as you always are, and soon restore poor Dantès to us."
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He emphasized these last words, as if intending to apply them to the shipowner himself, while his enquiring look seemed to search right into the innermost soul of a man who had tried to intervene on behalf of another, when he should have realized that he was himself in need of indulgence.
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"Well, well!" he muttered to himself. "To us… Can this Dantès be a member of some sect of carbonari, for his protector to employ that collective expression without being aware that he was doing so? I seem to understand from the commissioner that he was arrested in a cabaret, and he added, in a large gathering: this was some kind of vente."
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Upon that, having arrived at the door of his house, which backed on to the law courts, he stepped majestically inside, after giving an icy bow to the unhappy shipowner, who remained as if rooted to the spot where Villefort had left him.
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Villefort crossed the anteroom, gave a sidelong glance in the direction of Dantès and, taking a dossier that was handed to him by one of the officers, vanished, saying: "Let the prisoner be brought in."
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The anteroom was full of gendarmes and police officers; and in the midst of them, under close arrest, surrounded by faces burning with hatred, the prisoner stood, calm and motionless.
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Swift though it was, the glance had been enough to give Villefort an idea of the man whom he would have to question: he had recognized intelligence in that broad forehead, courage in that firm eye and knitted brow, and candour in those full lips, half-parted to reveal two rows of teeth as white as ivory.
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Then, in reply, he said aloud: "Monsieur, you may rest entirely assured and you will not have appealed to me in vain if the detainee is innocent; but if, on the contrary, he is guilty… We live in difficult times, Monsieur, when impunity would be the worst of examples: I shall thus be obliged to do my duty."
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A moment later, Dantès entered.
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First impressions had been favourable to Dantès, but Villefort had often heard it said, as a profound political maxim, that one must beware of first impulses, even when they were correct, and he applied this rule on impulses to his impressions, without taking account of the difference between the two terms. He thus stifled the good instinct that was attempting to invade his heart and from there to attack his mind, settled his features in front of the mirror into their grandest expression and sat down, dark and threatening, behind his desk.
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It was only then that he met Villefort's dull gaze, that look peculiar to men of the law who do not want anyone to read their thoughts, and so make their eyes into unpolished glass. The look reminded him that he was standing before Justice, a figure of grim aspect and manners.
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The young man was still pale, but calm and smiling. He greeted his judge in a simple but courteous manner, and looked around for somewhere to sit, as though he had been in the shipowner, M. Morrel's drawing-room.
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"My name is Edmond Dantès, Monsieur," the young man replied in a calm voice and ringing tones. "I am first mate on board the vessel Pharaon, belonging to Messrs Morrel and Son."
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"Your age?" Villefort continued.
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"Who are you and what's your name?" Villefort asked, leafing through the notes that the officer had given him as he came in and which, in the past hour, had already become a voluminous pile, so quickly does the mound of reports and information build up around that unfortunate body known as detainees.
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"You were at your betrothal feast?" said the deputy, shuddering in spite of himself.
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"Nineteen."
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"What were you doing at the time of your arrest?"
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"I was celebrating my betrothal, Monsieur," Dantès said, his voice faltering slightly, so sharp was the contrast between those moments of happiness and the dismal formalities in which he was now taking part, and so much did the sombre face of M. de Villefort enhance the brilliance of Mercédès' features.
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"Yes, Monsieur. I am about to marry a woman whom I have loved for the past three years."
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This philosophical analogy, he thought, would cause a great stir when he returned to M. de Saint-Méran's salon; and, while Dantès waited for his next question, he was already mentally ordering the antitheses around which orators construct those sentences designed to elicit applause, but which sometimes produce the illusion of true eloquence.
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Though usually impassive, nevertheless Villefort was struck by this coincidence; and the emotion in the voice of Dantès, whose happiness had been interrupted, sounded a sympathetic chord with him: he too was to be married, he too was happy, and his own felicity had been disturbed so that he might help to destroy that of a man who, like himself, was on the very brink of happiness.
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When he had worked out his little interior discourse, Villefort smiled at the effect of it and returned to Dantès: "Continue, Monsieur."
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"How do you wish me to continue?"
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"In such a way as to enlighten Justice."
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"Let Justice tell me on which points it wishes to be enlightened, and I shall tell it all that I know. However," he added, smiling in his turn, "I must warn it that I know very little."
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"Did you serve under the usurper?"
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"I was about to be enrolled in the Navy when he fell."
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"Your political opinions are reported to be extreme," said Villefort, who had not heard a word about this but was not averse to putting the question in the form of an accusation.
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"My political opinions, Monsieur? Alas, I am almost ashamed to admit it, but I have never had what you might call an opinion: I am barely nineteen, as I had the honour to tell you. I know nothing and I am not destined to play any public role. The little that I am and shall be, if I gain the position to which I aspire, I owe to Monsieur Morrel. So all my opinions -- I would not say political, but private opinions -- are confined to three feelings: I love my father, I respect Monsieur Morrel and I adore Mercédès. That, Monsieur, is all I can tell Justice: you see that there is little to interest it there."
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While Dantès was speaking, Villefort examined his face, at once so mild and so frank, and recalled the words of Renée who, without knowing the prisoner, had begged indulgence for him. The deputy already had some acquaintance with crime and with criminals; so, in every word that Dantès spoke, he saw proof of his innocence. This young man, one might even say this child, plain, unaffected, eloquent with the heartfelt eloquence that is never found by those who seek it, full of affection for everyone, because he was happy and happiness makes even wicked men good, was so effectively spreading the warmth that overflowed from his heart that the accuser himself was not immune to it. Rough and stern though Villefort had been towards him, Edmond's look, tone and gestures expressed nothing but kindness and goodwill towards his interrogator.
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"Monsieur," said Villefort, "do you know of any enemies you may have?"
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This pleasurable expectation lit up Villefort's face, so that, when he turned away from his thoughts and back to Dantès, the latter, who had been following every movement across his judge's face, reflected his thoughts in a smile.
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"By heaven," Villefort thought, "this is a charming young man; and I hope I shall not have great difficulty in putting myself on the right side of Renée, by carrying out the first request that she has made of me. It should earn me a warm clasp of the hand in front of everyone and a delightful kiss in a more secluded corner."
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"Enemies!" said Dantès. "I am fortunate enough to be too unimportant to have any. As to temperament, I may perhaps be a trifle quick-tempered, but I have always tried to restrain it towards my subordinates. I have ten or a dozen sailors under my orders: let them be questioned, Monsieur, and they will tell you that they like and respect me, not as a father -- I am too young for that -- but as an elder brother."
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"Yes, you are right. You must know human nature better than I do, and what you say is possible. But I confess that if these envious men were to be among my friends, I should rather not know who they are, so as not to be obliged to hate them."
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"But, if you have no enemies, you may have inspired envy: you are about to be made captain at the age of nineteen, which is a distinction for someone of your class; you are about to marry a pretty girl who loves you, which is a rare fortune for someone of any class at all. Fortune having favoured you in these ways, you may have aroused jealousy."
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"You are wrong, Monsieur. One must always see clearly how one stands, as far as possible; and, frankly, you seem to me such a worthy young man that in your case I am going to depart from the normal procedure and help you to throw light on this by showing you the denunciation that has led to your being brought here. This is the accusing letter: do you recognize the writing?"
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Villefort took the letter from his pocket and offered it to Dantès, who examined it. His face clouded and he said: "No, Monsieur, I do not know this handwriting. It is disguised, yet it has an appearance of sincerity. In any case, the writing is that of an educated hand." He looked at Villefort with gratitude. "I am happy to find myself dealing with a man such as you, because my rival is indeed a true enemy."
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"Come, then," said the deputy prosecutor, "answer my questions honestly, not as an accused man to his judge, but as one wrongly accused might answer another who had his interests at heart. How much truth is there in this anonymous accusation?"
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And Villefort threw the letter, which Dantès had just given back to him, on to the desk with a gesture of distaste.
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"Carry on," Villefort said, adding under his breath: "If Renée could see me, I hope she would be pleased and no longer call me an executioner."
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"Everything and nothing, Monsieur: that is the absolute truth, on my honour as a sailor, on my love for Mercédès and on my father's life."
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From the flash that passed through the young man's eyes as he spoke these words, Villefort was able to perceive how much violent energy was hidden beneath his mild exterior.
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"When we left Naples, Captain Leclère fell ill of a brain fever. As we had no doctor on board ship and, because of his haste to reach Elba, he did not want to drop anchor at any point along the coast, his illness worsened until, after three days, realizing that he was dying, he called to see me. "'My dear Dantès,' he said, 'swear on your honour to do what I ask of you. This is a matter of the highest importance.'"
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"'I shall do it, Captain; but it may be more difficult than you think for me to see the marshal.'"
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"'Very well. As second-in-command, responsibility for the vessel will fall on you after my death, so I wish you to take command, set course for Elba, disembark at Porto Ferrajo, ask for the marshal and give him this letter. It may be that you will be given another letter and be told to carry out some mission. That mission, which I should have accomplished, Dantès, you will perform in my stead and the honour will be yours.'"
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"'I swore to do as he asked'."
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"'Here is a ring,' the captain said. 'Make sure that he gets it and all barriers will be removed.' On this, he gave me a ring. It was none too soon: two hours later, he lapsed into a delirium and, on the next day, he died."
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"Then what did you do?"
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"What I had to do, Monsieur, and what anyone would have done in my place. In all events, a dying man's wishes are sacred, but to a sailor the wishes of a superior officer are orders which must be carried out. So I set sail for Elba, arriving there the next day, when I confined everyone to the ship and disembarked alone. As I had foreseen, there was some difficulty in gaining an audience with the marshal, but I sent him the ring which was to serve as a token for me, and all doors were opened. He received me, questioned me on the circumstances of poor Leclère's last hours and, as the captain had predicted, gave me a letter which he told me to take, in person, to Paris. I promised to do so, since these were my captain's final wishes. I made land and quickly settled everything that had to be done on board; then I went to see my fiancée, whom I found more lovely and more loving than ever. Thanks to Monsieur Morrel, we were able to circumvent all the formalities of the Church and at last, as I told you, Monsieur, I was celebrating my betrothal. I was to be married in an hour and expected to leave for Paris tomorrow, when I was arrested, on the basis of this denunciation that you seem to despise as much as I do."
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"Yes, yes," Villefort muttered. "I am convinced by your story and, if you are guilty, it is only of imprudence. Even that is excused by your captain's order. Let me have the letter that was entrusted to you on Elba, give me your word that you will appear at the first summons and you can rejoin your friends."
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"So I am free to go!" Dantès exclaimed.
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"Yes, provided you give me the letter."
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"It must be in front of you, Monsieur, because it was taken with my other papers, some of which I recognize in that bundle."
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"Wait," the lawyer told Dantès, who was picking up his hat and gloves. "To whom was it addressed?"
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If a bolt of lightning had struck Villefort, it could not have done so with greater suddenness or surprise. He fell back into the chair from which he had half-risen to reach over to the bundle of papers that had been taken from Dantès; and, hastily going through them, drew out the fatal letter, on which he cast a look of unspeakable terror.
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"To Monsieur Noirtier, Rue Coq-Héron, in Paris."
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"Monsieur Noirtier, Rue Coq-Héron, number 13," he muttered, the colour draining from his face.
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"Yes, Monsieur," Dantès replied in astonishment. "Do you know him?"
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"No!" Villefort answered emphatically. "A faithful servant of the king does not know conspirators."
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"Is this a matter of conspiracy, then?" Dantès asked, starting to feel even greater anxiety than before, having just thought he would be free. "In any event, Monsieur, as I told you, I had no idea what was in the dispatch that I carried."
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"And you have not shown this letter to anyone?" Villefort asked, reading and growing paler as he read.
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"In order for me to give it to him myself, Monsieur, I had to know his name."
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"Nobody, Monsieur, except the person who gave it to me."
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"To no one, Monsieur, on my honour!"
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"That is one too many, even so," Villefort muttered, his brow clouding as he read towards the end. His pale lips, trembling hands and burning eyes excited the most painful anxiety in Dantès' mind.
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"Nobody knows that you were the bearer of a letter from Elba addressed to Monsieur Noirtier?"
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"Perhaps not," Villefort said grimly, "but you did know the name of the person to whom it was addressed!"
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After reading, Villefort put his head in his hands and stayed like it for an instant, overcome.
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"You say that you have no idea what is in this letter?" he asked.
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"Heavens, Monsieur, what is it?" Dantès asked fearfully.
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Villefort did not reply but remained like that for a short time, then he looked up, with pale and troubled features, and read the letter once more.
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"I repeat, on my honour, Monsieur," said Dantès, "that I do not know. But for goodness' sake, what is wrong with you? You must be feeling unwell. Would you like me to ring, would you like me to call someone?"
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"Monsieur," Dantès said, hurt, "I wanted to help you, that's all."
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"Certainly not," said Villefort, rising abruptly. "Don't move or say a word. I am the one who gives orders here, not you."
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"I don't need any help. I felt dizzy for a moment, nothing more. Look to yourself, not to me. Answer me."
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Dantès was expecting this request to be followed by further questioning, but none came. Villefort slumped into his chair, passed an icy hand across a brow dripping with sweat, and began, for the third time, to read the letter.
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"Oh, if he does know what is in this letter," he thought, "and if he should ever learn that Noirtier is Villefort's father, I am lost -- lost utterly!"
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From time to time he glanced at Edmond, as if his look might pierce the invisible barrier that holds secrets in the heart so that they do not pass the lips.
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"Ah! Let there be no further doubt!" he exclaimed suddenly.
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"Oh, yes, Monsieur," Dantès exclaimed, "and I thank you, because you have been more of a friend to me than a judge."
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"But, in heaven's name, Monsieur!" the unfortunate young man cried. "If your doubts are on my score, if you suspect me, then question me, I am ready to answer you."
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Villefort made a violent effort to control himself and said, in a voice that he tried to keep firm: "Monsieur, your interrogation has brought up the most serious charges against you, so I am no longer able, as I had first hoped, to set you free immediately. Before I can take that step, I must consult the examining magistrates. Meanwhile, you have seen how I have treated you."
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"Order me, Monsieur, and I shall obey you."
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"I promise not to, Monsieur."
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"Do so, and I shall follow it as though it were an order."
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"Monsieur!" Dantès exclaimed. "You are more than justice, you are goodness itself!"
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It seemed as though it was Villefort who was begging and the prisoner who was reassuring his judge.
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Villefort went over to the fireplace, threw the letter into the fire and waited until it was reduced to ashes.
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"No," Villefort said, coming across to the young man. "No, I shall not give you any orders, you understand: I shall give you some advice."
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"I am going to keep you until evening, here, at the Palais de Justice. Someone else may come and question you: tell him everything you told me, but don't say a word about the letter."
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"But listen to me," Villefort continued. "After seeing me do that, you realize that you can trust me, don't you?"
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"Well, I must keep you prisoner a little while longer, but for as short a time as I can. The main charge against you is the existence of this letter, and you see…"
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"… and you see, I have destroyed it."
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"Have no fear, Monsieur, I shall deny it," Dantès said.
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"Swear to me."
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Dantès held out his hand. "I swear."
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"The only one."
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"You understand," he went on, looking towards the ashes which still retained the shape of the paper. "Now that the letter has been destroyed, only you and I know that it ever existed. You will never see it again, so deny it if anyone mentions it to you; deny it boldly and you will be saved."
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"Good, good!" Villefort exclaimed, reaching for a bell-pull. Then he stopped as he was about to ring and said: "Was that the only letter that you had?"
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Dantès bowed, gave Villefort a last look of gratitude and went out. No sooner had the door shut behind him than the strength drained out of Villefort's body and he fell, almost unconscious, into a chair.
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"Follow this gentleman," Villefort told Dantès.
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Villefort rang and the police commissioner came in. Villefort went up to the officer and whispered a few words in his ear. The commissioner answered with a nod.
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Then, after a moment, he muttered: "Oh, my Lord! On what slender threads do life and fortune hang…! If the crown prosecutor had been in Marseille or if the examining magistrate had been called in my place, I should have been lost: that paper, that accursed piece of paper would have plunged me into the abyss. Father! Will you always be an obstacle to my happiness in this world, and shall I always have to contend with your past!"
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"That's it," he said. "This letter, which should have destroyed me, might perhaps make my fortune. Come, Villefort, to work!"
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Then, suddenly, it seemed as though a light had unexpectedly passed through his mind and lit up his face. A smile rose to his still clenched lips, while his distraught look became a stare and his mind appeared to concentrate on a single idea.
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After making sure that the prisoner was no longer in the antechamber, the deputy prosecutor also went out and began to make his way briskly towards his fiancée's house.
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