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Thehis disguise had advanced straight to the secretary, whose lock was beginning to crack under his nightingale

"Try again," whispered the count, who depended on the secret spring, which was unknown to the picklock, clever as he ain, you have a few minutes' work there" And he advanced to theThe ot down, and was still pacing the street; but, strange as it appeared, he cared not for those who ht pass fro St Honore; his attention was engrossed as passing at the count's, and his only ai-rooer on his forehead and a s near to Ali, he whispered,-"Remain here, concealed in the dark, and whatever noise you hear, whatever passes, only come in or show yourself if I call you" Ali bowed in token of strict obedience Monte Cristo then drew a lighted taper froed with his lock, silently opened the door, taking care that the light should shine directly on his face The door opened so quietly that the thief heard no sound; but, to his astonishood-evening,here, at such an hour?"

"The Abbe Busoni!" exclaie apparition could have entered when he had bolted the doors, he let fall his bunch of keys, and remained motionless and stupefied The count placed hi off from the thief his only chance of retreat "The Abbe Busoni!" repeated Caderousse, fixing his haggard gaze on the count

"Yes, undoubtedly, the Abbe Busoni hinize ood memory, for it must be about ten years since we last met" This calered Caderousse

"The abbe, the abbe!"

"So you would rob the Count of Monte Cristo?" continued the false abbe

"Reverend sir," ain the hich the count pitilessly blocked--"reverend sir, I don't know--believe lass out," continued the count, "a dark lantern, a bunch of false keys, a secretary half forced--it is tolerably evident"-Caderousse was choking; he looked around for some corner to hide in, some way of escape