A Nocturnal Interview.

           MonteCristowaited,accordingtohisusualcustom,untilDuprezhadsunghisfamous"Suivez-moi;"thenheroseandwentout.Morreltookleaveofhimatthedoor,renewinghispromisetobewithhimthenextmorningatseveno’clock,andtobringEmmanuel.Thenhesteppedintohiscoupe,calmandsmiling,andwasathomeinfiveminutes.Noonewhoknewthecountcouldmistakehisexpressionwhen,onentering,hesaid,"Ali,bringmemypistolswiththeivorycross."

           Alibroughttheboxtohismaster,whoexaminedtheweaponswithasolicitudeverynaturaltoamanwhoisabouttointrusthislifetoalittlepowderandshot.Thesewerepistolsofanespecialpattern,whichMonteCristohadhadmadefortargetpracticeinhisownroom.Acapwassufficienttodriveoutthebullet,andfromtheadjoiningroomnoonewouldhavesuspectedthatthecountwas,assportsmenwouldsay,keepinghishandin.Hewasjusttakingoneupandlookingforthepointtoaimatonalittleironplatewhichservedhimasatarget,whenhisstudydooropened,andBaptistinentered.Beforehehadspokenaword,thecountsawinthenextroomaveiledwoman,whohadfollowedcloselyafterBaptistin,andnow,seeingthecountwithapistolinhishandandswordsonthetable,rushedin.Baptistinlookedathismaster,whomadeasigntohim,andhewentout,closingthedoorafterhim."Whoareyou,madame?"saidthecounttotheveiledwoman.

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