Граф Монте-Крісто

Maximilian’s Avowal.

           "Doyouknowofwhathedied!"askedd’Avrigny,placinghishandonNoirtier’sshoulder.

           "Yes,"repliedtheoldman.

           "Doyouthinkhediedanaturaldeath?"AsortofsmilewasdiscernibleonthemotionlesslipsofNoirtier.

           "ThenyouhavethoughtthatBarroiswaspoisoned?"

           "Yes."

           "Doyouthinkthepoisonhefellavictimtowasintendedforhim?"

           "No."

           "DoyouthinkthesamehandwhichunintentionallystruckBarroishasnowattackedValentine?"

           "Yes."

           "Thenwillshedietoo?"askedd’Avrigny,fixinghispenetratinggazeonNoirtier.Hewatchedtheeffectofthisquestionontheoldman."No,"repliedhewithanairoftriumphwhichwouldhavepuzzledthemostcleverdiviner."Thenyouhope?"saidd’Avrigny,withsurprise.

           "Yes."

           "Whatdoyouhope?"Theoldmanmadehimunderstandwithhiseyesthathecouldnotanswer."Ah,yes,itistrue,"murmuredd’Avrigny.Then,turningtoNoirtier"Doyouhopetheassassinwillbetried?"

           "No."

           "ThenyouhopethepoisonwilltakenoeffectonValentine?"

           "Yes."

           "Itisnonewstoyou,"addedd’Avrigny,"totellyouthatanattempthasbeenmadetopoisonher?"Theoldmanmadeasignthatheentertainednodoubtuponthesubject."ThenhowdoyouhopeValentinewillescape?"Noirtierkepthiseyessteadfastlyfixedonthesamespot.

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