The Son Of Monte Cristo Part 54 (1/2)

From this one conclusion

Robeccal was condeere, was sentenced to the galleys for life

But just as the sentenced was pronounced, a singular event occurred

Fanfar rose and opened his lips as if to speak, extended his arth on the floor Cries of astonishment arose from the crowd

”He has killed himself!” cried some

”He has been poisoned!” said others

Irene hastened to find Gudel She had seen him near the door, but he had vanished The crowd departed, saying to each other, sadly:

”He is dead!”

Robeccal was carried off htened him Perhaps he had not unbounded confidence in the honest people who had employed him

CHAPTER xxxVIII

THE CRISIS

”At last!” cried the Marquis, when the news of Fanfar's death reached hidalena

”Madas, for a new horizon stretches before us All our anxieties are over The man who stood between us and the possession of a fortune is dead!”

”Of who an atte, was struck dead in the court-roo his trial”

”And this Fanfar was the son of Siereues?”

”Yes, Madame, of my brother And our father, who hated us, as you know, left the larger part of his fortune in the care of a fanatical body-servant of his, who held it as in trust for Simon's son whenever he should find him He refused to relinquish this trust until he had proof of the death of the youth Now he ereues fortune is myself, and I shall appeal to the law”

The Marquise talked with her husband for a long ti to do was to , and he again told the story he had told to the Marquis

As to Pierre Labarre, of course he couldas the Marquis knew that Fanfar was living he had been obliged to be cautious; now no such reason existed

The dreams of the Marquis were realized--a ratification of his ambition and pride

”Our son will be rich and happy!” said Magdalena, in an ecstasy of joy

”But where is the boy? Write, Marquis, write to hi intolerably in this exile you have iereues did not heed her words He was thinking of other things

”Cyprien has served me well!” he said ”How is it that I have not seen hi of our son!” answered Magdalena, angrily ”Do you not think of your son? Do you not love your son?”