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Waldmann's suspicions seemed to be allayed. "Take something," he said. "Here, Siebecker and Bouche-de-Miel, join us in drinking the health of Monsieur Fouquier from Dijon!" Albert was instantly on the alert and Mange watched him attentively as the two individuals named emerged from a corner of the room and lounged up to the counter.
Besides, if, as Peppino says, you have vengeance to gratify against the Count of Monte-Cristo, the opportunity is too precious for you to neglect it! At any rate, go you shall! Where is the wax impression of the key?" Bouche-de-Miel handed the German a small package which, he took from his pocket. Waldmann gave it to Siebecker, directing him to fashion a key in accordance with it.
This figure was almost instantly followed by another hardly less forbidding. Both wore masks and moved as stealthily as cats. The second figure addressed the first, speaking in a cautious whisper: "Bouche-de-Miel, is that you?" "Yes. Siebecker, have you the key?" muttered the other, scarcely above his breath. "Here it is, old man. Now to work. The others will be on hand in a moment.
"I'm all right," replied the latter, doggedly, though there was a perceptible quiver in his voice as he spoke. "He has just had another fit of fear," said Siebecker, disdainfully. "I think we would do well to leave him with Peppino and Beppo to keep watch in the garden! It won't be safe to take him with us into the house, Waldmann!" The leader went up to Bouche-de-Miel and gave him a rough shake.
Open the gate and let us get in." Bouche-de-Miel took the key, which was covered with oil to prevent grating, and inserted it in the lock. It fitted to a charm and turned noiselessly. Bouche-de-Miel gave the gate a gentle push; it yielded, swinging open without a sound. The two men passed inside, partially closing it after them.
Why he is as much in danger of the violon as you are! ha! ha!" He arose, still laughing, and, playfully taking Bouche-de-Miel by the collar, gently forced him back into his chair. As he did so, he glanced at Beurre-Sans-Sel.
As he did so, Waldmann, Siebecker and Bouche-de-Miel, who immediately rushed forward, seized him and held him there with the strength of iron. Waldmann slipped a gag into his mouth and Siebecker bound him firmly to the chair with a stout cord he took from his pocket.
If I meet Monte-Cristo I will kill him as I would a mongrel cur! Does that satisfy you?" "How about your mysterious woman?" Bouche-de-Miel could not repress a start, but he clenched his fists firmly and replied, with an effort: "Never mind her! She must take care of herself!" "Who is she?" "Never mind her, I say! If harm comes to her it will be her own fault!"
"Yes; the discovery, the discovery!" demanded the others, impatiently. "Well," said Bouche-de-Miel, "I went to the Rue du Helder this morning, as agreed upon, and made a survey of Monte-Cristo's mansion.
"I have not been shadowed, Waldmann," answered the beggar or Bouche-de-Miel, "but I have made a startling discovery." The players at once put down their cards and leaned forward to hear. They were a rough, desperate-looking set; on their ill-omened and sunburnt visages thief could be read as plainly as if it were written there, and perhaps, also, the still more significant word, assassin!
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