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Updated: May 29, 2025
The dry branches crackled; the man started, then snatched his hat and pulled it well down over his forehead. The hand that was hidden in the folds of the cloak which he threw over his shoulders, held a dagger. "I won't use it, though!" he said aloud, "his sufferings would be too brief!" There came a knock at the door. "Does a man named Malvernet live here?" asked a voice.
"Yes, come in," and the door was thrown wide open. Esperance entered. "What do you want of me? I am Malvernet," said a gruff voice. Esperance looked about the room. The man was alone, and Esperance knew that he could defend himself. "Do you know who I am?" he asked. "No. I was told to wait for a man here, who would come. I have done as I was bidden, that is all." "I will tell you then.
When Benedetto entered the hall he was neither Malvernet, Cavalcanti or Fagiano. He was simply Benedetto. "Whoever you are," cried the vicomte, "I implore you to help me bring this poor child out of here." "Vicomte," replied Benedetto, coldly, "I will not help you, and you'll not bring this woman away from here." "I will shoot you down like a dog," said Spero, contemptuously.
Nothing but a lacquer table on which lay a letter. This letter contained the words, "If the son of Monte-Cristo be not a coward, if he wishes to find her whom he has lost, he will go from here to a certain Malvernet, who lives at Courberrie. There he will learn what he wishes to know, and will act as he deems best." Esperance was delighted.
At this moment a slight noise was heard outside. A knock came at the door. "Who's there?" asked the man roughly. "Does a man named Malvernet live here?" came back in reply. "Yes. Come right in." Spero entered, his clothes dripping wet, and blue-black hair hanging over his forehead. "My name is Malvernet," said the other sharply; "what do you wish?" "Do you know me?" he asked in a firm tone.
Like a man in a dream he strode toward the table, and seizing the note read the following: "If the son of the Count of Monte-Cristo is not a coward, and wishes to find her whom he has lost, let him go at once to Courberode and hunt up a man named Malvernet, who lives at the so-called Path of Thorns. Here he will find out what he wants to know, and perhaps a little more."
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