Граф Монте-Крісто

The Burglary.

           Aloneandfreetoactashewished,themanthendrewfromhispocketsomethingwhichthecountcouldnotdiscern,placeditonastand,thenwentstraighttothesecretary,feltthelock,andcontrarytohisexpectationfoundthatthekeywasmissing.Buttheglass-cutterwasaprudentmanwhohadprovidedforallemergencies.Thecountsoonheardtherattlingofabunchofskeletonkeys,suchasthelocksmithbringswhencalledtoforcealock,andwhichthievescallnightingales,doubtlessfromthemusicoftheirnightlysongwhentheygrindagainstthebolt."Ah,ha,"whisperedMonteCristowithasmileofdisappointment,"heisonlyathief."

           Butthemaninthedarkcouldnotfindtherightkey.Hereachedtheinstrumenthehadplacedonthestand,touchedaspring,andimmediatelyapalelight,justbrightenoughtorenderobjectsdistinct,wasreflectedonhishandsandcountenance."Byheavens,"exclaimedMonteCristo,startingback,"itis"

           Aliraisedhishatchet."Don’tstir,"whisperedMonteCristo,"andputdownyourhatchet;weshallrequirenoarms."Thenheaddedsomewordsinalowtone,fortheexclamationwhichsurprisehaddrawnfromthecount,faintasithadbeen,hadstartledthemanwhoremainedintheposeoftheoldknife-grinder.Itwasanorderthecounthadjustgiven,forimmediatelyAliwentnoiselessly,andreturned,bearingablackdressandathree-corneredhat.

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