The Son Of Monte Cristo Part 57 (2/2)
”Oh! master,” he cried, ”all is lost! There is to be an autopsy One of the great physicians advises it”
Irene uttered a shriek of agony and dropped on her knees
”Run!” she cried, ”the truth must be made known at once Oh! save hiht struck him
”Who is the physician?”
”Dr Albant, from the Tuileries”
Iron Jaws reflected He took Irene's hands in his
”I a player, but I swear to you that Fanfar shall be saved!”
Irene was comforted
CHAPTER XL
BETWEEN CHARYBDIS AND SCYLLA
The situation was indeed a terrible one Bobi+chel's words were true
When Fanfar fell as if dead, it was supposed that it was an attack of apoplexy, and soain spoke of poison, and arraigned the governor of the prison for carelessness There was one physician aree with the others He used a number of scientific expressions, but the fact remained the same--Fanfar was dead But there was so much discussion that a post-mortem examination was deemed essential The body, therefore, was carried on a litter to the hospital, where he was examined by a crowd of curious medical students, who declared that he was so splendidly developed that he ought to have lived to be a hundred years old
Atable was prepared
This tiht had failed Fanfar was alive, but he would certainly be killed now, as his torpidity was so great that he would not utter a cry or a groan until the instruan
The door opened and Dr Albant, a handsome old man, entered with se apron Trying the edge of his scalpel on his nail, he turned to the students and physicians, and began to talk of the Ger a post htly placing his scalpel on the tender flesh
”Dr Albant!” cried a stentorian voice
The surgeon turned A 's livery stood in the doorway
”Gentle coht it singular that the king should send a letter by an ordinary servant, like a sieois But this did not see with sentle demands my presence”
”But the autopsy?”
”Oh! that estion--I see it as plain as day!”
As he spoke he tore off his apron, and got hiain with all possible speed
”Bury the e awaited him at the door, and he drove off