The Son Of Monte Cristo Part 82 (1/2)

The woman slowly approached Sanselme, and looked at him closely She cah, she screamed:

”The convict! Yes, it is he!”

And then, shuddering from head to foot, she repeated, ”Benedetto! Who speaks of Benedetto?”

”What does all this mean?” asked Fanfar

”I will tell you,” said Sansel his eyes ”Yes, it is true, I aht, but I never did her any harm Look at me, woman! Tell me, was it I who struck you?”

The s that covered the terrible scar on her breast

”Oh! how it hurts,” she said, , ”and how hot htened whisper, answered:

”It was Benedetto--my son!”

A cry of horror escaped from every heart

”Yes,” exclaimed Sanselme, ”and the wretch still lives He assassinated his mother, and by what miracle she escaped, I know not He--this Benedetto--is to-day in Paris He has coe himself on Monte-Cristo”

Fanfar questioned Sanselhter He would not have aduillotine Fanfar listened attentively

”It is as clear as day to me,” he said, at last, ”that all this is Benedetto's work Therefore ill first find him, and of him ill dereat criminal Are you ready to prove your repentance?”

”I will obey you in whatsoever you order Save Jane, no matter what becomes of me”

”Then all of you will make ready for the fray I will sureed I should do in case of danger He will be here in three days, and we must be able to say to him that we have saved his son”

”Yes, we must say that,” cried the Zouave, ”or Coucon will be dead”

”To work then,” said Fanfar, rising ”Sanselme, come into my cabinet, there are several questions I wish to ask But first, who is this woman?”

”Benedetto never told me,” answered Sansel near the door

”Who are you?” he said ”What is your nahed in a stupid way

”I have no name, I am dead!”

CHAPTER LVIII