The contract was read during a profound silence.But as soon as it was finished, the buzz was redoubled through all the drawing-rooms; the brilliant sums, the rolling millions which were to be at the command of the two young people, and which crowned the display of the wedding presents and the young lady's diamonds, which had been made in a room entirely appropriated for that purpose, had exercised to the full their delusions over the envious assembly.Mademoiselle Danglars' charms were heightened in the opinion of the young men, and for the moment seemed to outvie the sun in splendor.As for the ladies, it is needless to say that while they coveted the millions, they thought they did not need them for themselves, as they were beautiful enough without them.Andrea, surrounded by his friends, complimented, flattered, beginning to believe in the reality of his dream, was almost bewildered.The notary solemnly took the pen, flourished it above his head, and said, "Gentlemen, we are about to sign the contract."The baron was to sign first, then the representative of M.
Cavalcanti, senior, then the baroness, afterwards the "future couple," as they are styled in the abominable phraseology of legal documents.The baron took the pen and signed, then the representative.The baroness approached, leaning on Madame de Villefort's arm."My dear," said she, as she took the pen, "is it not vexatious? An unexpected incident, in the affair of murder and theft at the Count of Monte Cristo's, in which he nearly fell a victim, deprives us of the pleasure of seeing M.de Villefort.""Indeed?" said M.Danglars, in the same tone in which he would have said, "Oh, well, what do I care?""As a matter of fact," said Monte Cristo, approaching, "I am much afraid that I am the involuntary cause of his absence.""What, you, count?" said Madame Danglars, signing; "if you are, take care, for I shall never forgive you." Andrea pricked up his ears.
"But it is not my fault, as I shall endeavor to prove."Every one listened eagerly; Monte Cristo who so rarely opened his lips, was about to speak."You remember," said the count, during the most profound silence, "that the unhappy wretch who came to rob me died at my house; the supposition is that he was stabbed by his accomplice, on attempting to leave it.""Yes," said Danglars.
"In order that his wounds might be examined he was undressed, and his clothes were thrown into a corner, where the police picked them up, with the exception of the waistcoat, which they overlooked." Andrea turned pale, and drew towards the door; he saw a cloud rising in the horizon, which appeared to forebode a coming storm.
"Well, this waistcoat was discovered to-day, covered with blood, and with a hole over the heart." The ladies screamed, and two or three prepared to faint."It was brought to me.
No one could guess what the dirty rag could be; I alone suspected that it was the waistcoat of the murdered man.My valet, in examining this mournful relic, felt a paper in the pocket and drew it out; it was a letter addressed to you, baron.""To me?" cried Danglars.
"Yes, indeed, to you; I succeeded in deciphering your name under the blood with which the letter was stained," replied Monte Cristo, amid the general outburst of amazement.
"But," asked Madame Danglars, looking at her husband with uneasiness, "how could that prevent M.de Villefort" --"In this ****** way, madame," replied Monte Cristo; "the waistcoat and the letter were both what is termed circumstantial evidence; I therefore sent them to the king's attorney.You understand, my dear baron, that legal methods are the safest in criminal cases; it was, perhaps, some plot against you." Andrea looked steadily at Monte Cristo and disappeared in the second drawing-room.
"Possibly," said Danglars; "was not this murdered man an old galley-slave?""Yes," replied the count; "a felon named Caderousse."Danglars turned slightly pale; Andrea reached the anteroom beyond the little drawing-room.
"But go on signing," said Monte Cristo; "I perceive that my story has caused a general emotion, and I beg to apologize to you, baroness, and to Mademoiselle Danglars." The baroness, who had signed, returned the pen to the notary.
"Prince Cavalcanti," said the latter; "Prince Cavalcanti, where are you?""Andrea, Andrea," repeated several young people, who were already on sufficiently intimate terms with him to call him by his Christian name.
"Call the prince; inform him that it is his turn to sign,"cried Danglars to one of the floorkeepers.
But at the same instant the crowd of guests rushed in alarm into the principal salon as if some frightful monster had entered the apartments, quaerens quem devoret.There was, indeed, reason to retreat, to be alarmed, and to scream.An officer was placing two soldiers at the door of each drawing-room, and was advancing towards Danglars, preceded by a commissary of police, girded with his scarf.Madame Danglars uttered a scream and fainted.Danglars, who thought himself threatened (certain consciences are never calm), --Danglars even before his guests showed a countenance of abject terror.
"What is the matter, sir?" asked Monte Cristo, advancing to meet the commissioner.
"Which of you gentlemen," asked the magistrate, without replying to the count, "answers to the name of Andrea Cavalcanti?" A cry of astonishment was heard from all parts of the room.They searched; they questioned."But who then is Andrea Cavalcanti?" asked Danglars in amazement.
"A galley-slave, escaped from confinement at Toulon.""And what crime has he committed?"
"He is accused," said the commissary with his inflexible voice, "of having assassinated the man named Caderousse, his former companion in prison, at the moment he was ****** his escape from the house of the Count of Monte Cristo." Monte Cristo cast a rapid glance around him.Andrea was gone.
