Граф Монте-Крісто

The Burglary.

           "

           "Well?"

           "Thehousemightbestrippedwithouthishearingtheleastnoise."

           "Bywhom?"

           "Bythieves."

           "Youareafool,M.Baptistin.Thievesmightstripthehouseitwouldannoymelessthantobedisobeyed."Baptistinbowed.

           "Youunderstandme?"saidthecount."Bringyourcomradeshere,oneandall;butleteverythingremainasusual,onlyclosetheshuttersofthegroundfloor."

           "Andthoseofthesecondfloor?"

           "Youknowtheyareneverclosed.Go!"

           Thecountsignifiedhisintentionofdiningalone,andthatnoonebutAlishouldattendhim.Havingdinedwithhisusualtranquillityandmoderation,thecount,makingasignaltoAlitofollowhim,wentoutbytheside-gateandonreachingtheBoisdeBoulogneturned,apparentlywithoutdesigntowardsParisandattwilight;foundhimselfoppositehishouseintheChamps–Elysees.Allwasdark;onesolitary,feeblelightwasburningintheporter’slodge,aboutfortypacesdistantfromthehouse,asBaptistinhadsaid.MonteCristoleanedagainstatree,andwiththatscrutinizingglancewhichwassorarelydeceived,lookedupanddowntheavenue,examinedthepassers-by,andcarefullylookeddowntheneighboringstreets,toseethatnoonewasconcealed.Tenminutespassedthus,andhewasconvincedthatnoonewaswatchinghim.

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