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He no longer thought of the cabinet position, he had bought the right with his million to have the son who had never stood near to him in life buried in the Fougereuse family vault. "I should like to see the deceased," stammered the broken-down father. The official bowed, and accompanied his guide up to the operating room where Fanfaro's body still lay.
In a few words Pierre was informed of the condition of things, and as the marquis had become thoroughly exhausted, the faithful old servant had undertaken to bring Fanfaro's body to a place of safety. Girdel had been prudent enough to take along the physician who had given him the narcotic, and soon Fanfaro opened his eyes.
"The villain!" muttered Fanfaro to himself. Bobichel was still holding Rolla by the arm. His gaze, roving about the room, had espied a note on the table. Rolla saw it, too, but before she could take it the clown had called Fanfaro's attention to it. "You have swindled me," the young man read; "you have helped her to escape, confound you!"
He belongs to a company of acrobats who give performances in the Place du Chateau d'Eau. They have all such peculiar names. One of them is named Firejaws " "Perfectly right; he is Fanfaro's foster-father, and Fanfaro is your brother." "Who told you so?" "He, himself; he begged me to care for his sister." "But why does he not come? I long to see him." Irene, too, longed to see Fanfaro.
Caillette, too, had noticed the young lady address Fanfaro, and she became violently jealous. What business had the rich heiress with the young man, whom she was accustomed to look upon as her own property? For Caillette, as well as Madame Ursula, it was fortunate that they had not heard Fanfaro's words, and yet it was only good advice which the young man had given Irene.
Fougereuse looked up and an expression of dumb terror appeared on his features, while he tremblingly murmured: "Pierre Labarre!" Yes, it was really Pierre Labarre who had accompanied Caillette and Louise to Paris, and had heard there that Fanfaro's trial had begun. As soon as he could he hurried to the court house and heard there what had happened.
Robeckal, in the meantime, had almost died of strangulation, for Fanfaro's fingers pressed his throat together; and when he was asked if he intended to answer, he could only nod with his head. "Where is Louison?" asked Fanfaro, in a voice of thunder. "No. 16 Rue de Belleville." "Alone?" "I do not know."
"At last," cried the Marquis of Fougereuse, when he heard of Fanfaro's sudden death, and in great good humor he went in search of his wife. "Madeleine!" he exclaimed, "all our troubles are at an end now; he who stood between us and fortune is dead." "Of whom are you speaking?" "Of whom else but that common regicide."
Now came Fanfaro's turn. "You are a member of a secret society which bears the proud title of 'Heroes of Justice'?" asked the presiding judge. "I am a Frenchman," replied Fanfaro, "and as such I joined with the men who desire to free their country." "And to do this you attempted assassination?" asked the judge, sharply.
Spero, the son of Monte-Cristo, was peacefully sleeping in another room, while, gathered around the table in the dining-room of Fanfaro's house, were Monte-Cristo, Miss Clary, Madame Caraman, Coucou, and Albert de Morcerf, ready to listen to the story of Fanfaro's adventures, which, as narrated at the close of the preceding volume, he was about to begin.
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