Volume II Part 64 (1/2)
”Ah, now I knoho you are,” said the banker, springing up ”You are Andrea Cavalcanti”
”Right,” laughed fagiano
”Now I rereat fortune, and entered into near relations witharm of the law punished”
”Yes, I am Benedetto the murderer--Benedetto the criminal But do you knoho my father was?”
”Yes, I heard about the scandalous trial; I was not in France at the tilars
”And do you also know the name of my mother, baron?”
”No”
”Well, then, lars”
”The lars, hoarsely ”But no--you lie, it cannot be so”
”She wasthe word _was_
”She was? Is she dead?” asked Danglars, softly
”Yes, I killed her”
”Horrible,” groaned Danglars, wringing his hands
”If you want proofs,” continued Benedetto, coldly, ”here they are”
He took Ansel out of his pocket and handed it to the banker
”Read,” he said, indifferently
”What do you want frolars, hoarsely
”First, money, and then let us talk further”
”You shall have what you want,” replied Danglars
”Good; now coer,” said Danglars
”Have you forgotten who it was that hu his hand on the banker's shoulder ”That enius as well as ht nio again Since I have been free I dreaainst him I know the spot where he is mortal Can I count on your support?”
”Yes; but I fear our attempts will be fruitless”